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Knowing…

He wanted to know
not my name.
Probably he knew it
or it didn’t matter.
He wanted to know
my beliefs and fears
and whether or not
he was right
about my frustration.
“That depends.”
I told him and he sighed.
Belittled by that phrase
which can make one wise
as fast as it takes
to lose an argument
and surrender
to an intelligent opponent.
He never wanted
to know me again.

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