Silence Black Ball 8

The rain had finally stopped. After two days of...

So there I was, looking once more at the device on the...

Written by salehn

Friday, 08 February 2008

It sits on the cupboard, in the transparent box.

Eyes on me each time I nap, waiting me to pick it up, but

I don’t, even

I know.

Thus it sits again, like always, waiting me to play it up, but

I don’t see it today, the black Ball 8, where it goes?

I don’t know.

Thus the day begins again, like everyday, even

without it.

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