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Impressions Linger
Another conversation, another revelation.
My wounded mind refuses to hear
the words spoken from your heart.
You keep trying, despite my indignation;
***
my determination to not fall again
for the shadows of manipulation -
not cast by you, but still you feel the cold;
I see you shiver, like a shepherd in the rain.
***
I carry secrets as impressions
upon my guarded soul. Betrayed
by the conditions of the unconditional.
An enigma formed carelessly of protections.
***
I must change this misguided effort of disregard,
so that I can believe in the same person as you.
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