For every second
the thought of there being something wrong with you
could make me cringe.
I know whats what.
I know what I did.
I know how it ought to have been.
Had I seen too much of myself?
I suppose one could say that out loud,
if they so desired.
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Found poetry. One poem or more day. A day or more of poems. Clever?
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