Thursday, 12 November 2009


i'm insulated.
neither loved nor hated.
up through the hatch, i am in the aloof.
you won't find me when you're looking for proof.
i've been rolled out and i've been laid.
the less that you hear is the most that i've said.
between the gaps i've been the filler.
first word spoken, conversation killer.
save the planet, lower your bills, keep the warmth inside.
out of sight, out of mind, is where i reside.


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