Compromise
By birksy
This compromise, words over speech is terribly strange, like you’re not really there, amorphous, to a degree, but nice, as well. Communication is king for the afternoon, and, stilted, knowledge begat interest, begat care. Listen, I can’t hear you, save those plings, that mark the ends of phrase, the end of days. Keep compromise, keep silent moods, We’ll end up knowing nothing that is not written, and sometimes that is best. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jan 07 2002 01:46 AM PST, Simon Birks 0 • 10
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