Maybe You Were Right

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Doubt,

Seeps in,

Through the tiniest crack,

And contaminates everything.

It shrivels up,

Whatever it’s touched-

Leaving behind stains,

And an awful smell.

What can rejuvenate,

What it has poisoned?

Only trust does that.

Swallow your pride,

Say begrudgingly,

“Maybe you were right,”

I guess.

But be preemptive,

Plug the holes first,

So it can’t percolate.

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