Page 52 - Leftovers V2
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Self Talk
My head throbs, almost exploding
from too many conversations with you. First this way, then that way,
over and over like instant replay.
The same words repeatedly shuffled in infinite combinations,
the same phrases parsed, dissected, turned every which way.
The endless chatter fills my brain, straining its capacity
as you dodge every nuance,
artfully keeping a prudent distance.
