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#negotiation
never a need to say yes or no just say not now instead to avoid any decision apply infinite revision then crawl on back to bed the words stick to and fro following where they’re led when a Harvard debater says “I’ll catch ya’ later” they really mean go drop dead declarations come and go everyday is condition red I have not a clue if what you say is true your rhetoric is overfed intellect is friend or foe trapped deep in your head words are often mis-used context cannot be refused if you believe you believe what was said
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Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
negotiation my ***
I walked inside the den and it was filled with wolves showing their teeth with snarls and growls so I threw some bones and they paid it no mind. They had blood on their minds bless my soul it’s time to go.
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Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 2:18 AM UTC
dinner den
I was exhausted of sitting in the car, In traffic jams at noon. Travelling a distance too far In an attempt to reach soon. Glad I was home when I expected, I started telling my Mum about the day. I continuously blabbered, Not giving her any chance to say. As I was done speaking, She asked if I could come with her, "Sorry, I can't", I  said after thinking, Shopping isn't something that makes me feel better. "It's the grocery to be bought", she said, Hoping that I might budge , I denied again, And so she struck a bargain: "I was thinking we could have sweet buttermilk." I heard without lifting my head, and with a child-like grin, I began to trudge. I can control my desires well, But I am a foodie with a sweet tooth. I'd be in heaven, I can surely tell, If I have book, couch and food. "Choose a shop before we are way past it, It was fun today", she said, smiling. Isn't this what we live for? It is the time we spend, and not the lure. I was unknowingly overcome with guilt, And we reached home, while I was still thinking.
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Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
The Bargain
Mayday, mayday our plane has crashed the strings that tied us together have been clipped. There is no further flight in this troubled sky, Barren fields around every corner, "There are no further grounds for negotiation" Realize that we are scrambling ferociously to meet the same ends, So instead why can't we all just be - friends.
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
Black box