Console with silence
By Chad
Fingers hover over lips. Breaking through the gaps in the silence. Eyes take a fall, and recover, and through the silence you say more. (I just don't say anything anymore) Run circles around your time, that slots you in between others. It's getting old now, and you're just beginning, Selling secrets, a prize worth winning. Written March 21st, 2002 © on Mar 21 2002 09:01 AM PST 20 • 0 • 10
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"Fingers hover over lips...."