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Little, elaborate, vivid Conversations Segmented by bits of pauses Our train of thoughts swoosh Separated by gawking silences Frivolous, thoughtful, thoughtless Reflections We gaze at each other's psyche I see you as you are I am, as you see me Memories fail at history I listen to you, yet With all my intent When consciousness eludes And sleep creeps in The words lose the social construct What remains, is a singular thought Unhinged, untamed, naked The incomprehensible sentences And the contemplative dialogues I long for us to share Conversations, of all sorts. |
