I wrote an entry in my journal where I used the last two words of the previous sentence to begin the following sentence...if that makes any sense; anyways, here's what I came up with.
She stares at me with intuitive eyes.
Intuitive eyes, eyes that understand and respond with sorrow.
With sorrow she scampers beneath the counter.
The counter, canopied by a thin white sheet.
White sheets knock at the door.
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