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The Visitor

The woman sits silently on the edge of the bed A thin shaft of afternoon sun from a tear in faded curtains slices the murky room, landing on the man's damp body half-covered with draggled sheets She had completed her dressing. Now slipping into her shoes, She lights a cigarette; exhales deeply, the smoke rising lazily to the ceiling. There is no conversation. She eyes the money wedged under the half-full glasses plonked on the dusty dressing table "See you next week," she says, mechanically, as she heads for the door, collecting the notes. It was not a question. A BRIAN STRAND Vers Libre Poetry Contest placed 1st Sponsored by: Brian Strand Date wrote: 6th March 2022

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Date: 4/1/2022 10:25:00 PM
This line tells so much! "There is no conversation." - I like that you segregated it, which made it more pronounced.
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Terry Miller
Date: 4/2/2022 6:08:00 AM
Thank you so much Caren.
Date: 3/8/2022 1:33:00 PM
oh I love this one. Awesome writing!!!
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Terry Miller
Date: 4/2/2022 6:09:00 AM
Thank you so much Andrea I really feel good when I receive a compliment from you.

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