Posted by D. James on 25 May 2007
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)
This entry was posted on 25 May 2007 at 6:45 am and is filed under art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing.
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