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perhaps is who i see myself, see?something open to doubt unfurlingsomething biting into desire fortissimobetween truth & lies, there is somethingthat excuses another for benefits.in the inconsistencies, something wishesto stable me. in misgiving, somethinglanguishes my certitude. lives meto what is left of me. what remainsof my past smudges my clarity.