So, Everyday

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she talks and talks to herself

and she finds

echoes and counter echoes
as answers.

at 7 in the morning
she decides to stop
doing this,
at the afternoon 2,
some strange thought string
holds her subtly.

at 5 pm,
she decides
to let it go.
and at 7,
an infinite loop
of what could have beens
and what could not have beens.

they
come towards her
as she walks
looking for
potatoes and cooking oil
on the streets,
from behind a toilet door.