I was so down and out, blue skies, they weren’t but grey overcast I encountered. I didn’t want to get out of bed and thought the day wasn’t going to be nothing but a corpse of the walking dead. I fought myself long enough to get up, shower, find the best suit and go.
Alone I sit,
in the platform I wait
for tomorrow I spot
the twentieth dancing pair of shoes
She walked into my office one day and quietly shut the door behind her. She quickly removed her scarf and there, staring at me was a portrait of a beautiful, restful innocent woman, beaming up an alluring smile that not even an artist hand would have carved. Although, she was in her forties, a picture of flawlessness, childlike like calmness, wrinkle free silhouetted face the world wouldn’t dare see, emerged.
ludlum drive 
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