my peace of quiet
whatever is in my head
Friday, May 8, 2009
Hmm...
By A.D.S.
A warm voice.
A smooth surface.
A creaking door.
A broken fingernail.
I read a message someone jotted down on an old piece of mail.
It could be something, but it's probably nothing.
Maybe it's murder.
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