He straightened his glasses,
and, flipping over his newspaper,
eyed the rain that was dancing in
through the door way
which the wind had blown open.
his voice,
almost lost between thunder claps,
was even, and controlled
the way hostility always is
Please tell me what you think
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Wow. This is awesome. I read it because I thought it might be a response to her inciting statement. It seems like it may be. This is amazingly real.
Beautiful.
Write on.
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good
i still love it ...i like the first part also...very descriptive keep writing
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This is very good indeed, very good imagery and flow.
I really enjoyed reading this and keep up the good work.
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