In the midst of laughter
And three drinks, thereafter
She looked me dead in the eyes
Before throwing her head back hysterically
She took a sip and shook her head
As if to say, “oh no silly girl”
Before uttering the words
“Love don’t live here anymore”
I couldn’t tell
If it was her heart or the alcohol talking
Goose bumps quickly grew on my body
As I took a glimpse at her eyes
Shivering with sudden coldness
I tried to examine her words further
She smiled and said
“I only go after quick satisfaction these days”
“How could someone say that?” I thought
Then, she proceeded to tell stories of her past
Slowly, the dots started to connect
The picture was coming together
I understood
Woodlynn Sance 
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