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Jan 2014
I get it – the blues of voices blurred into a shared distance,
restless eyes upon the prize of recognition
never larger than their own.

It is not the first time I see swollen pride
but it makes me ashamed of myself
to see the mirrors of my species blinding one another.

If only could we drop it
and let us become true,
at least,
to ourselves.
Lila Lily-Thanh
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Lila Lily-Thanh  Fall Foliage Winter Winds
(Fall Foliage Winter Winds)   
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