two lesbian birds perched on aprak bench
eloping from their daily house chores
dropping their roles as dry house wives
to shed their grief over each others breast
it was sunset
one in others arms and shoulders
looking upwards towards the setting sun
they sat for minutes, saying nothing
yet speaking volumes
picking up the reminisces of their old love
then their painful seperation
establishment of their souless families
after a quinescent time, the smoker lesbian
kissed her loves forehead
another moment of farewell
to meet another day....
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