You sift through my vague impulses
Thoughts that don't form completely.
Like a sieve,
You filter them with words.
Amaze me with them.
Candidly see through.
Me, I have no pretenses.
Just a veil.
Cobwebs of buried ideas
Left to gather dust.
Is it a risk?
This open conversation that we seem to have
Honest answers.
Piercing insight
Candid confessions.
Impulsive words,
Innocuous? Not likely.
Hidden motives,
Real Illusions.
Illusive reality.
Life......
An uncalculated.. unreserved moment.
Alive. This moment. Us.
Candid conversation
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