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intermission i was never fond of idle chatter,
filling the air with sound.
as for myself, i
prefer it quiet enough
that i may ponder in solitude.
people think it strange when
my feigned attempts at small talk fail;
they find my lack of intrigue
with the weather remarkable.
sometimes i stare off into
immoblie brick buildings
and auspicious looking passerbys,
in awe of gentler,
less complicated happenings.
