The woman downstairs
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3/15/2007 8:53 pmLast Read: |
"Recall from the memory, I could still feel the pain! My heart is sobbing; I had it but lost it..." I don't usually see this woman around. She has beautiful long hair all up to her shoulders. Whenever I saw her passing by; she always waks very fast silently. I could hear her singing sometimes at night. I try to read her mind. " I loved you and cannot forget you, how can I do, what should I do?" I was the first one talking to her. Later in the day my friend asked me why I talked to such a werido. I heard she was never married but is a lover to a guy. I thought that is really sad. I know she is singing but also crying, from her button of heart. She repeats the song every night. I finally see her man the first time. I cannot really see his face, but could feel that her tears dropping. Is she happier then? |
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3/23/2007 8:58 pm |
Hmmmmm....somehow she reminds me of a "Nude Descending a Staircase"....
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