She would come to him. Gradually, in her high heels, red lipstick, light blush, purple bruises.
She would sit,
In her usual seat
Playing her cigarette around her lips,
Like always.
He didn't ask,
So she didn't answer.
And that's how it was.
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De TodoJust a collection of short stories, poems. Inspired by florilegium.
