the white walls close in
its 1 am
he's blogging about his cat
click click click
hundreds of pictures of her ex
she cringes as her hands cramp up
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he skypes with his german girl friend
her throaty laughter comes two seconds late
he tells her he's going out with friends
but he really needs to finish that poem about that damn cat
she squints against the computer screens glare
her little boyfriend looks a lot like her ex from the side
"whats over there?" she points
as he turns his face, a tear slides down her cheek
he sits isolated
the white walls close in
its 3 am
he's still blogging about his cat
click click click
hundreds of pictures of her ex
she cringes as her hands cramp up
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