a request made,
negotiations have come to life,
an exchange takes place,
or refusal, temporary or final,
or shades of progress
or still born final,
memory of the request
lives on, to torment,
or buried in forget,
exhumed, when a brotherly query
is put to test,
quid pro quo,
is never, nearly so
just designed to make negotiations
feel just, so so
even passing salutations
expect like return,
how are you
and how are you feeling
negotiations are guided
by the profit motive
always,
not always,
almost always
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Usually gold has its part to say