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I talk to myself

I Talk To Myself

all the time

in the language

of solace. 

When the seasons come to the meadows

and I note the beauty of the daisy and buttercup

in the quiet countryside.

I talk to myself

when things in need of doing get noticed, 

and in response to the news

pouring out of various devices. 

I talk to myself in traffic

and when looking for my glasses

and when surprised by a spider.

I talk to myself all the time

with a whispered tone

in the language of solace

I am fluent.

 

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