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CONVERSATION

Sep 30, 2022
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By Chelshi Loyall



These conversation,

I am having in my mind

I don't know who

I am talking to

The one keeps changing

The talks remain the same

It goes deep and deep

It goes that beneath

my soul starts talking





Soul starts crying and continues crying

The one who i was talking

was asking me questions

which was never asked by a real person

The conversation was going good

Pain was flowing all in the room

The walls were feeling it

The drapes were falling

The pictures speaking



By Chelshi Loyall




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