A Hint of Truth Tasted

I search for meaning in inaudible whispers

The murmur of dangling words rattle around my neck

I carry them while they sit silently in the background

Replies wisp back and forth, wondering which one is real

It depends on the day, the color of my mood, the strength of wind

A hint of truth tasted in each one

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