Morgan Michaels - Inside Outside

Morgan Michaels - Inside Outside

She sat on the bed quietly reading a letter br Inside the room was sweaty and dark. Outside br it was bright and hot. Hoping it would get better br she read on. The birds sang a negligible reel br br outside, while she half-listened to a flute on the radio br noodling through the sheaves of an accompaniment. br The letter never got any better. One by one, its leaves br slipped through her fingers onto the floor. br br Done, she got up to go to the bathroom br and splash water on her face. Nice to believe br that what she decided was based on principle, br she thought, but she suspected it wasn't at all, br br But rather on merest Need-like some old-time br marriages, which is a kind of principle, after all, br the mother of them all, the mother of all motives: br Maybe principle doesn't exist at all, she thought, br br timidly, unallied to Need, as if the thought were a sin. br Or maybe it did. Anyway, this was not at all br the desired outcome, so she must flee, slip away, br never to be seen again.


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Uploaded: 2014-06-11

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