Saturday, March 12, 2011

There aren't any words anymore;
Eloquent repetition
And sometimes even
Laughter

But there aren't words anymore.

No air.
Not anymore.
Eloquent repetition.

Just a chest moving up and down

But it separates,
And never

Satiates


And it's all just

Running around in circles
Waiting for


Anything.

Isn't it?

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