Curious by the sound of sighs; was that the only reason why?
I searched, stumbling through chest high weeds that flourished
in stony ground. Pausing by oil-stained, sun-shafted water, anxious
for a look, a sight, or just a glimpse of tormenting sound.
He lay quite still and fast asleep; snoring rasped through yellow
Teeth. A dog and dirty mac lay by his side. Not knowing what
else to do or say I placed a pound on his coat and, after falling
over an old pram, turned and tip-toed noisily away.
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