they've hung up, long before the conversation has ended
conclusions drawn like curtains, hearing only what they believe was said
one sided worlds
waiting for their turn, to sprawl their garbaje over your lawn
yet this hardcore disconnection, was no fault of their own
long stretches of time
isolation hibernating within their soul
they had lost all notion of the eloquent endeavor
of appealing to exterior needs
shades drawn, lights dimmed
their very souls clung fast
to their safely constructed vision of reality
In spite of all yearning for human closeness,
twas that very nature,
that harboured a 20 foot high meticulous iron wall
mystery their shroud
embraced by the warmth,
of their well known comfort zone.
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