talkless nothings
Tuesday, Jun. 03, 2003 at 3:45 p.m.
Skys above are blue. Grass below is green. Trees side by side are tall. In and out the door swings. Looking down this life seems small. Wonder what this all means. Will it turn out as in my dreams? Up and down the ball bounces. All without a sound. Lips are moving, no one is talking. Powerlines are down. -No communication-
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