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It was her daily routine, dawn til dusk

She sat by the window, searching

Hidden behind the slatted blinds

She looked, hoping he would be lurking

Day after day, she sat there

No one came calling for her

Night after night, same as the day

Eventually, it became just a blur

You can see where the blinds remain parted

There, her fingers kept them pushed apart

Though she no longer sits by the window

She remains hidden, alone, with an empty heart


Writing Prompt: Between the Lines – Day 29/30

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