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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.