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The Pillory

ashamed, i am: ashamed alone. without other bricks, i can build no home immaculately guilt-free is the bonded group. never singular, always plural, that's the definition of the group. distinction as a him, a her, not them makes me anxiously wrought with the selfish thought of a word not licensed, spoken ashamed, i am because 'i' is not only first person, but singular: a dreaded, useless version of human in humanity
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Apr 13, 2011
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