Brian Kilpatrick - Into Speculation

The words travel softly now for the most part
Whispers of long forgotten conversation
Howl occasionally along with the north wind
Some words are lost forever deep within recesses
That are as deep as time and space
But time and space meet here
For the moment
And you will disappear
I as I have
Into speculation

Brian Kilpatrick

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