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The Solo Drinker

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Ambiguous

Glow.

With furrowed brows, she stares at the wall of text on her laptop screen – its brightness inevitably creates a gentle glow against her cheeks.

A low, resigned sigh leaves her mouth as she rests her chin against the back of her hand.

Her mobile phone buzzes.

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Safe.

He doesn’t (mustn’t) know
that he’s her tender spot
the one that goes unnoticed
till she rummages through
her cluttered
emotions
on a quiet night

He makes her laugh
in ways he doesn’t realise
she stores these moments
in the abyss of her mind
occasionally retrieving them
for a private chuckle
on a balmy afternoon

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