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Conversations

I feel the conversations are done.

The ones never meant to start,

And the ones I never wanted to end.

I believe conversations come with an expiry date.

The ones which are meant to happen,

And the ones which happen randomly.

I assume conversations make no sense.

The ones with the small talk,

And the ones with deeper meanings to the actual words.

I believe the conversations are done.

Mine and yours.

Yours and mine.

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