12:19

words matter to the old ones that tattered paper from years ago she keeps it in her bag takes it out unfolds it and begins to mouth the words one at a time until she is satisfied until she has devoured them all she folds it back precisely and tucks it into the leather folds of her bag all in the name of love words and passion

© elancharan
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