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Layers of fabric obscuring my sight
Wading through nebulousness is an arduous plight
We’ve been talking for hours
We think we’re communicating
Nodding our heads placating
The action of listening
The struggle is real
I speak to be heard
You nod acting as though you’re listening
To get out your word
This veil is thickening
Dying to share
Deep down inside we really care
We’ve just lost the art of communicating
~Divine