Fight right

A fete of frowns
A colloquy of carelessness
An exchange of exasperation
The making of the meanest mess

So many are the words,
Much less is the heeding
So much is the ranting,
Much less is the pleading

Just once, stop shouting,
For once, see eye in eye,
Sync breaths so mellow and low
For once, let tongues be shy

Just once, hold gaze
Just steady, not astute
Just once, hush hands
Let souls be in the crude

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