she had no
funny bone.
no grin,
or sarcastic
take
on anything.
her laughter
was rationed off
in small
bits.
saved for a pet
perhaps.
the world
to her was black
and white,
leaning
mostly towards
black.
it always seemed
to be raining
when you
were with her.
which you ignored,
but it was
a clue, a cold
wet clue
that chilled
you in the end.
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