all of our vices
we drink too fast before dinner
we are afraid of silence
we move our legs apart too soon
we get so hungry
we never refill our water
the bar is so loud
we stow away our chances
we swallow air and live off the promise
live for the missing
we are still in love
we are afraid of silence
we move our legs apart too soon
we get so hungry
we never refill our water
the bar is so loud
we stow away our chances
we swallow air and live off the promise
live for the missing
we are still in love
Impatience vs caution... great poem.
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