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From the Blog randomlyabstract A cry for help Sometimes sounds like, "Hey! How was your day? Tell me everything." But I am not genuinely concerned about the buffets you ate Or the guy who complimented you while you were both at the parking lot – not that I mind hearing about your purple dress and his dreamy, deep voice – for a fifth, sixth, eighth time Not that I mind anything. I am more than fine Knowing about your old aunt's hellick habit of interfering in your personal life Her probing questions and your oh-so-smart turndowns "That would teach her!" Of course, I don't mind, I don't mind As long as it fills my silence As long as it shuts the madman pinning needles in my mind Tell me how your day was. [image: ra2_mi] Filed under: 2017, Paintings and Scribblings, Poems and poetry pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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