The Doubt

The Doubt prose poem

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I could see no justice while
the righteous were being deprived,
I who fought for his face,I who resemble justice was driven by
the zeal of what that represents
true devotion,devotion for my thoughts
that give an insight of my hearts void whose shape is a shear,
with what I ripple through voices.

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