blue diary left on the counter of the convenient store strange desire to pry open the cover and read the insides left it as it was humans always return looking for the things they’ve lost expecting it to be there

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words matter to the old ones that tattered paper from years ago she keeps it in her bag takes it out unfolds it and begins to mouth the words one at a time until she is satisfied until she has devoured them all she folds it back precisely and tucks it into the leather folds of her bag all in the name of love words and passion

© elancharan