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Jul 2017
Who are we to judge for our biggest faults lie in our reflections?

When is it right to criticize if we are but imperfections in the light?

Can we cast a stone, when our fortress is made of glass?

Can we speak ill of outer evil when sometimes the worst evil is within?

How can call thus impure when we exhibit no purities within ourselves?
Written by
Curtis Jones  31/M/Jackson, MS
(31/M/Jackson, MS)   
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