an iota of doubt:
but i am that, but a lingering shadow in the mind
and it was good, it was nice, great knowing you, and all
were it not for me, you lost, less direction
perhaps it was much for me, and perhaps it was mere fancy for you
doubt clouded the act, each to their own
we were in the nebula, caught in the social whirl
CLEARCHARGE
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