better left unsaid,
to let those words
lie upon the table.
not unlike flowers
without water, soon
to fade and fall,
to lose their color,
and will to go on.
why discuss anything
that is already
known, what point
is there in that
and yet, we do, we
sit, we face one
another, and go at
it. proving the point
once more of why
this will never work.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
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