These mindless rambles
that inadvertently
jump off the tongue,
could they hold the
secrets of our hearts?
These mindless rambles about
that we cannot stop,
the convoluted awareness we
fail to comprehend, and
the inexplainable connection
we come across – unwarranted mostly.
These mindless rambles,
could they hold the
secrets of our hearts?
I love to ramble, about 1467 things, with people I treasure.
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