Many conversations wear their Sunday best,
brimming with words who all comb their hair
before leaving the mind.
I ache for the dialogue that arrives
courageous and unrehearsed,
and unabashedly dances
between us.
brimming with words who all comb their hair
before leaving the mind.
I ache for the dialogue that arrives
courageous and unrehearsed,
and unabashedly dances
between us.
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