to a private corner:
well it happened and then....
the chatter, the speech, the glances astray, the concerted stare
am i missing something?
as someone said once so i believed
the doubt went away
the matters ceased
what became of the person?
of my life in this frame
i cannot budge
i cannot deny that what passed
rooted to the spot
perception swells may memory become whole
CLEARCHARGE
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