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A man stands by a bus stop Wearing a suit and a black hat. He remains standing still, while The bus passes by. Birds chirp and fly away. He walks to places . How will I know where? *I watch by the window and see that black hat. The black hat which he has already brought to so many places. The black hat which I never know when I'll get to see again.* ***Only he knows where. Only he knows. Only he can.*** But I remain calm and stoic despite seeing the black hat shoved in my throat; gagging me up tears welling in my eyes. I refuse to take the black hat. I refuse.
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Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
The Black Hat
A man stands by a bus stop Wearing a suit and a black hat. He remains standing still, while The bus passes by. Birds chirp and fly away. He walks to places . How will I know where? *I watch by the window and see that black hat. The black hat which he has already brought to so many places. The black hat which I never know when I'll get to see again.* ***Only he knows where. Only he knows. Only he can.*** But I remain calm and stoic despite seeing the black hat shoved in my throat; gagging me up tears welling in my eyes. I refuse to take the black hat. I refuse.
Inspired by "What Mr.Biswas Saw" I am tired. I am lost. But I know I will find myself. Soon. Not later but soon.
#man#life#black#inspired#hat
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watoot
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
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