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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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