The Blunder
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They misread, not misjudged, what was being said.
I lugged it up with my tenebrous mirrorings instead.
The denial to force trials remains an aware voidance.
And my calm is lit, despite the sprinkler's presence.
Written: January 21, 2022
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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