Two

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I had nothing
with which
I could trust people.

Yet I had people
I could trust
But one or two things I had
were to be forgotten.

But there is one thing
which is understood
to be trusted by everyone
through which everybody
sees the world.

But when I learnt
the science behind it
I felt I was betrayed
by the one thing I was
most possessive about.

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