The other woman is back. Today she landed up out of nowhere. Like an unexpected gust of wind that rattles the windowpane. Tomorrow when you tiptoe down the alley, if something crumbles under your foot do take a second look. It might be a fragile heart bleeding love or the broken shards of the window pane.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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