Sunday, 2 March 2014

Sunday

Open eyes.

Crowded noises.

Brewed up coffee and quarrels.

Four lives together again.

Six days of singular routes.

Jammed cross-section on the seventh.

Medical tests.

Medicine boxes refilled.

Appointments to regain normalcy.

Crystallised conversations.

Vacuumed air cleansed again.

Close eyes.

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