Wrizzit

There’s a spark of conversation outside my window A light, a huff, curse words, irate The pattering of steps, the pause A voice raised. It’s the dead of night Please could you step away from my window. Why argue with me as your witness Let me be clear Your business is your business Let it remain so. More steps, then pause Another set of curse words Puff, the scent of green smoke Puff Puff puff The voice dies away The steps fade The green smoke lingers to remind you That someone was arguing outside my window.

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Foox17d

I do hope this reappears on my feed in the future

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Chris Grey17d

I'm lucky to be on the fourth floor, but this kind of stuff happens a lot by the window here too....[[|:-/

JL

Jeje Li17d

It's my first time living on the ground floor. It's a whole different world down here.

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Chris Grey17d

By the way, that's a cool name. Is it pronounced with a long e?

JL

Jeje Li17d

Oh boy... so it's a combo of 2 early influences, Yoruba and Chinese languages. I speak neither tbh, but these were the earliest storytelling influences on my life alongside Grimm. Pronounced - j-er j-er

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Chris Grey17d

Nice, I can hear it now....[[|:-)