its not you
but yourself
that swore
that the sore
was healed
but time
revealed
a gaping
wound
its not me
but myself
that saw that
i could not see
was just blinded
thought i saw
in your darkness
a flash of light
its not me alone
its not you ok
maybe all this, will
be clear someday
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