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Conversations

Jan 12, 2023
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By Anvita Tantia


They're real,

And raw, unfettered


They're long,

Clear and uncluttered


They sometimes ramble

Other times they're crisp


These conversations meander

Within my head





Two Voices

Sometimes three or more


Questions and answers

Debates on loop


Unawares at times

Sometimes in cognizance


These conversations I have

With myself


Like one would have

With one's closest friend


Isn't that what we are?

Our closest friend?


Maybe - if we allow

These conversations

Within ourselves


By Anvita Tantia




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