Like pulling teeth
our talk is arduous, painful
not giving nor taking.
In circles we travel
against the current tide
that ebb and flows round us.
To what purpose are we engaging?
To whom does it matter?
You, who leaves?
Me, who stays?
Us, who goes nowhere?
Let us end the madness
to see what lies
at the core,
and who wins,
and who loses.
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