Tuesday, December 29

All That I Could Remember From October Twenty Nine - Thirty

It was a happy day.
Never was different from any other day.
The dusk was bit cozy.
The nonversation was too short between us, always ended as it used to be.
Next day was literally a drama.
Unexpected and killing.
I never could ask ‘why’.
But I did, he didn’t ever utter a word.
An unofficial dudevorce.

It’s all that I could remember from that late October.


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