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Conversations in our Heads


Michael Camarata

Sometimes it feels
Like the storms will never end:
From devastation to elation,
Welcome to the roller coaster.

Now capture this image
In the framework of your mind:
Find a spot for us to spark up a conversation,
To share our situations and temptations. . .
Beneath a tree, perhaps.

This too shall pass.

In the end you would be left with nothing,
And everything.






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