by N J Thornton   Oct 2, 2008

It had been seven years
since she last felt this way,

since someone listened to the
lashes beneath her frames,
since someone felt the
vibrant words trickle from her lips.

Since someone requested
her company.

She'd been travelling
with closed minds
along the harsh roads
leading to printed paper.

She'd almost forgotten
what sincerity meant,
and she'd almost forgotten
her eyes still sparkled.


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