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Sep 2019
we cast our sins unto others
not noticing how we've long been bathing in a pool of our own mistakes.
the sins of my father
the sins of my mother
their sins are not mine, we say.
but how can we be so certain
when we are so blindly consumed with ego's seductive ways?

perhaps it is not another's grip around your neck.

perhaps, it is your own.
grace
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grace  F/USA
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