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it started with the keys
Contributed by
workinprogress
on
Tuesday, 15th January 2013 @ 08:33:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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it started with the keys they are gone where did they go?
i search and seach and seach eveywhere every pocket every bag
how could i be so irresponsible? to my office, my cherished beloved office i have to tell my supervisor how embarrassing
the next morning they appear there they are! on my seat? my drivers seat? how did i not see them last night?
throughout the night i lose my earring it is nowhere
not on my couch not in my bed
gone disappeared
the next day my car decides to spin us out on a rainy sat morning it was on an exit ramp
i don't know how it happened it was so surreal
i spun i turned i hit the gardrail bounced off and landed in the center lane with my engine off
i sat in awe
in awe of how
how did this happen?
i play it over and over again did i do a 360 a 180? i'm not sure
i didn't hit anyone and stoppeddead center in the lane facing the correct direction
i am fortunate
blessed
it could have been so much worse
i wonder to myself what is it that i am to learn with all of this? it's too much to not have a message
then today i file i saved was not there
i had prinited it yet the file was not there
this is ridiculous i say
i have to retype what i had already done ugh
will it end?
perhaps this is necessary to make way for something new
something better
something sacred
i hope so!
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workinprogress
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2013-01-15 20:33:09] (Date/Time posted on
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