INNER DIALOGUE

Inner dialogue that runs

like the leaky faucet

upstairs.

What they said,

What they think…

what she said….

what I think.

It is studied,

it is imitated.

It is never understood.

Tape the dialogue.

Even when you think it’s off,

it plays like a silent orchestra.

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