Conversation Politics

What he said was sad but made sense. What he said was mad. Manufactured innocence Intelligently messing about with the nouns and pretenses. What he finds is nothing. What She said was sad but you know the rest. The time it takes to figure it all out, nothing left Conversation between the spaces unheard. The silence fills the spaces. Time is taking What's left, the silence is taking over. "One more word against this thing and I'll shut it Down". Maybe this time he was right. Taken in turn one more time gone away lost the Words. In the silence everything told. Why can't they figure it out? They're going to have To figure it out. What he said, the thing that finally worked was... nothing



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Writer(s): Ben Graham
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