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Ever wonder what people are thinking?
Just sitting there in their own skulls,
dreams passions and aches?
Commentary on your dress?
Some thought unable to be conveyed into words, an abstract painting?
When they speak, what's the prompt?
The rhythm of the cling-clang of glass?
The thought they just shook?
the thought of a left hook?
Like traveling, no one need say a thing,
we all understand.
We're all in this together, but not.
but not
but not but not but not but not.
Full disclosure, I'm sick of it already.