I heard you walked in my direction the other day. A wonder this statement was, the discomfort crawling under my piles of needles. It pokes and prods at me consistently until I ask:
"Do you know what you did?"
Most times I believe you did not. I find it difficult to comprehend how someone could love yellow so much but dispose of it so easily. The frown finds my face in displeasure at some points, I'm sure I passively let it fade away.
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