the lake we call conversation

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I throw the first stone and it says "hi" on the front

into the lake we call conversation,

and it sinks and drowns completely.

I made the first move - why does no one want to meet me?

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Then goes stone two with three dots,

but it's pushed back up and soars.

It glares at me and I want to hide.

"Are you gonna talk or...?"

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Stone three is knowledge, so I'll know the topic

but the waves are too far ahead.

I feel the stares and feel so weird...

"We should talk about something else instead."

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Fourth time and the topic's mine,

but my soft words start to cut.

I choke on them with a throat too dry.

Should have just kept my mouth shut...

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I'll watch other pebbles pass my way.

For now the beach is where I'll stay~




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