Me and Dee,
2007.
An afternoon
Scrabble session.
Friendly game
Turning sour,
Silence,
Filling up the hours.
I slyly grin and
Slowly lean.
**** you Dee!
“Byzantine”.
He narrows his eyes,
Calm and small,
Then throws the Scrabble board
At the wall.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
Me and Dee,
2007.
An afternoon
Scrabble session.
Friendly game
Turning sour,
Silence,
Filling up the hours.
I slyly grin and
Slowly lean.
**** you Dee!
“Byzantine”.
He narrows his eyes,
Calm and small,
Then throws the Scrabble board
At the wall.
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