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She sat in the park on one of the many benches. Her sketchbook in her lap.
A drawing of a human statue was created.
Black eyes. Silver outfit. Hat made of flowers. Begging for money. Trying to survive in this madness. Or New York.
People passing. Emma stretching her neck, to see the man. Purple head passing.
Looking up.
Meeting eyes.
Getting infatuated with his face.
Starting a new drawing.
Little did she know,
That Michael saw her sketching,
And that he actually enjoyed it.
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U n e d i t e d
[its a bit different from the other chapters; still hope you liked it x]
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Long way home ➳ Clifford
PoetryHe always took the long way home, because he didn't want to spend his time alone. ©Ariel idea by the fab emmavs_ follow her she's amazing // Poetry #166 / shortstory #331//
