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It's the third of August two thousand and nineteen

I'm settled comfortable on the circular couch, in the Man Cave.

My best friend is fiddling with his gadgets and gizmos.

The air is as mellow and calm as the essence that channels at an empty beach.

It's mellow, there's fiddling, I'm settled in August

And even if the alarm goes I'm reclined in my seat.



It was the thirteenth of July two thousand and twenty

He's pacing around the street, while worrying about the damage.

The officer is yelling at the drunk reckless driver.

The road is filled with blue lights and the space with much anger.

It's anger, there's yelling, he's pacing, in July

But Henry has insurance and he's picking up the supposedly fixed car.

It was right after seven in the morning at the Swellview Library.

He's ready with flowers gripped tightly in his hands waiting for a reply.

Petina is happy and whispering yes continuosly.

The halls filled with soft cheering and death clapping in awe.

It's cheering, there's hollering, he's ready, in the library,

Although I have declined, Jasper's gone on his date.

It's four in the afternoon on this August Wednesday.

Our elevator's rushed down and now the doors reveal a missing individual.

Charlotte somehow stumbles out as our eyes face the death trap.

To our shock her mouth's bursting wry giggles and loud chuckles.

It's chuckles, there's stumbling, it's rushed down on Wednesday;

And even if she's late, her laughter brings sympathy alive.


Concerned?

Of course!

She said no jokes were told.

Sends fear?

Indeed!

Who laughs with no punchline?


The smiles are just...

Anything but pleasure

Anything but funny

Anything but happy

Anything but joyful

The one thing missing in her face is positivity.

It's...

Nothing short of weary

Nothing short of sarcastic

Nothing short of shock

Nothing short of disbelief.

Seemed like ironic negativity.


"All of that hard work for years. Turns out it was all useless"

She said...

Then laughed on...


















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- Zoe -





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