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Crisp speech tidal wave of vowels and consonants

Contrained in her throat.

Not sure I made myself clear,

Not sure I empathized

The singular purpose

Of my intentions,

But, no,

It's not in my best interest,

So, I decline.

She was holding the door

And it was time for him

To leave.

A sigh and a tip of the proverbial hat

And he

Was

Gone.

Well, that was easy, she thought.

Pouring a glass of wine,

Sitting down to think it through,

Yea, quite easy,

Until he drove his truck through her front door.

That's how it started.

That's how it ended.