The Eavesdropper

November 3, 2011 § Leave a comment

Transfixed by the weightless candle in the blimp hangar,

She vowed to hold her tongue about the strange reappearance,

On her bedroom wall, of the portrait of the eavesdropper,

Although she knew it would keep her awake again tonight.

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