Dry ConversationsA Poem by Donald BradleyChildren squeak scratchy toy violins a relentless chorus of withering “Twinkle Twinkle”s in hundreds of keys their parents stare at glossy phones cringing pride or maybe boredom. Dry conversations empty “how are you”s how can everyone be fine all the time? I see a parade of fancy boys in fancy boots quick to laugh and quick to glower thank goodness we all wore the same sweater I suppose this is what they call common ground. © 2013 Donald BradleyAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 20, 2013 Last Updated on October 20, 2013 Tags: Hollow, Superficial, Music Lessons, Relationships AuthorDonald BradleyIndianapolis, INAboutI am 22 year old student of music and history living in Indianapolis. I want to play, write, and get better. more..Writing
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