in the canvas of the whites of my eye
She waits by the water cooler
as halls fill with oyster pink secrets
and laundry piles up behind her
And she revels in the dirt,
turning her beige life grey.
One of the things I had thought about when I wrote my last post was about the intensity in which I have forced myself to indulge in gossip...thinking it is one of the ways to spice up life...realized - It's not for me.
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