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∴

my love,

it is my character that i have fallen out of trust with.

not you.

 

isn’t it just so?
that when we fall short of the person
we thought ourselves to be,
everyone then,
becomes less heightened, too.

as if by the measure of self,
our compatriots in life –
who might give second chances
or who could

(they most likely would)

forgive –

 

are stunted
and mute
by our making.

∴

 

 

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