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Sleeping Woman

She slept in a quiet place,
Faint tremors of air played on her face.
He had summonsed himself, tongue tied , stared.
His speech was impaired.
All he wished to say stayed locked inside.
Silence washed over, drained his spirit.
Cress fallen, no words to express,
he turned round and left
She opened one eye, sighed
but did not call out,
heard him shout outside,
cursing god, or any poor sod
whose name he could remember.
A sly smile spread over her face
as the last trace of his footsteps faded away.

23 Jan 19

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