speakless

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 25 May 2007 at 6:45 am

There are times
like now
when I get
tired of talking

These words
we toss at
each other

Repeating ourselves
seemingly endlessly

It feels like running
in place

(D. James)

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