Made Up

I sometimes flatter myself
That I’ve changed someone’s mind
Separating the accusation
From the accused with a razor wit
Distinguishing the feeling
From the thought that it engendered
Interpreting silence to mean
Something other than the darkness
That now hides unchanged
The mind I never made or even reached

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