you run out of things
to say
sometimes. tired of small
talk, of big
talk, philisophical
discussions,
with no end
in sight. no
proving point
of wrong or
right. your lips
are dry,
your tongue
parched.
so you say something
like, pointing
at a wrist,
so where did you
buy that
watch. i like it,
it's nice.
Friday, November 23, 2012
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