She meanders in her stupor with nothing much to convey. I assign destiny with the influence of prior baggage, wondering whether, if given a chance, she’d sedate me, setting the house and blaze, escaping the smoldering home as the victim of a defective furnace—the adored widow. My vulnerability cements our intentions, much of the dreaming kind between this accidental love. Alive before we die for life.
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