All three lights were red
but we kept going—
afraid of the silence that would settle
between us if we
were stationary.
In silence
there would have been truth:
We have no common conversation.
Do not read between the lines—there is nothing written there.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:53 PM UTC
All three lights were red
but we kept going—
afraid of the silence that would settle
between us if we
were stationary.
In silence
there would have been truth:
We have no common conversation.
Do not read between the lines—there is nothing written there.
"Wake up slow"
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