the pages blank; pens hovering
what I've learned from you:
tread more cautiously
don't trust so easily
look for hidden agendas
my path looks unobstructed
debris in high piles to the side
but I will not take at face-value
what seems obvious
that much I have learned
what did I leave you with?
was there anything?
we talk of you, no questions of me
you box what you can carry
checking what's left for free
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