writtenthoughtsoffher

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How long would they last

those never ending minutes

in dislike

her stomach rumbles

Her head turns towards the window

as time on the round circle

dawdles slowly against its end

It's raining

and so it has

the last passing days

in dislike

She allows herself

to take a short walk

around the room

as her eyes glances

into never ending nothing

Never ending nothing

meeting whirling thoughts

requirements, tasks, commitment

life is changing now

Pensively thoughts

who's slowly moving

into raining contemporaries

as the sound off the circles ending

echoes through the room

In dislike

her stomach rumbles

as the door to her oven opens

and the scent off newly prepared food

spreads around the room

She sits down

Dislike turns

to approval

for now