She waited there - oblivion beyond a frame of wood, or better than that.
But, she didn't want to feel - not even the peak of joy.
She didn't want to talk to anyone.
Then there was a knock and she opened it.
It was her son who was gone for twenty years.
But, she didn't want to feel - not even the peak of joy.
She didn't want to talk to anyone.
Then there was a knock and she opened it.
It was her son who was gone for twenty years.
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