Or a nonsolicited interpretation,
To deceive my own mind…
With an intent to undermine!
That is not my assignment.
You may define my findings as you wish!
My debate still would not be with you…
Since I recognized you were out of touch,
Long before you noticed…
My travels went much further,
Than just skin deep!
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