One sided conversations stem from every corner
Eyes stare at carpet patterns on the floor
Avoiding contact with their own
Bodies filling space, but their souls are alone
Flashes freezing moments that weren't lived
We'll speak of them in the not-so-distant future
As if they happened long ago
And attach to them special meaning
When all we were thinking was, "What are we doing later?"
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