When Girls Telephone Girls
Mmph. Just a brief poem I wrote the other day--I was wondering what you thought.
We fight.
Pressing the phones to our faces,
Sweating cheeks, aching heads
A clammy battle of voices and wires.
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And we crash forwards
Creating the tides of anger
In our turbulent seas of ideals.
But, like us, it batters against rock.
What?
Complacency? Solidarity?
Comprimise or weakness?
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Whatever our fine feelings,
Our anger is dragged under.
We ripple feebly at each other
Because if we feel pain
We can feel we're still fighting.
Milz
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