a big beautiful mess

Communication Disease

What is communication anyway?

It’s certainly not a direct line

From my mouth to your ears.

If your eyes wander

And your heart is closed like iron.

And a feeling of unease is

Communicated through the air like disease.

I cough up disdain;

You breathe in mistrust.

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