Thursday, 15 April 2010

NinetyNine



The top of St.Vincent's street.
I turn and look back down.
And the Shutter of the eye snaps shut.
Why does He need to speak to me, I was perfectly happy to know that He'd forgotten all about me.
And the phone rings.


At least she sounds happy.
Thats all that really matters.

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