Had always believed in them
the small talks, the insincere smiles
sometimes a lot, a dime
always there
in the good times
Can't deny being one
off, sincerely and simply
the value it brings
the formality, the distant connectedness
and the reminder that I see you, remember you, and accept you
And for the moments of rejections
the fruits turn sour
off your peace for hours
the acrid tones, the rolling glances, the profiling
the small talks turn sharp like an ivy
we, the small talkers, come in colors
simply there, social climbers, or survivors
the frivolous fruit, in small bites, holds the beauty
but too much is the poison self-made
Can't deny I believe in them
the small talks, the insincere smiles
sometimes a lot, a dime
but immunize and stay on guard
of your peace
even in the good times
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