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So tell me,
when was the last time you ran out of things to say?
Where were you,
when you were more aware of the
color of the
leaves outside the
window,
than of the sense your friend was making.
(creating?)
What object caught your eye,
and caused conversation
(poor little conversation)
to slide down the bench,
and leave a white noise buzzing in the
telephone reciever?
Which emotion
closed your ears
with little white fences,
and left you to graze in your own mind?
(Which isn't very filling.)
And why,
(why?)

was it so uncomfortable?