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Poetic T Jun 2018
Dilemmas of inconsistent reflections
                   never looking at the same
                                                    mirror.

Where cracks seem like gorges of
            incompatible strains upon
                                          morality.

But there is a way to not look in
               deliberation upon false
                                  impressions.

Look within each other, not the warped
                           reflection conflicting our
                                                    humanity.
I’ve got “The Plague.”  It’s bomb-*** chronic.
One hit will wreck you.  The ****’s bubonic.

O.O

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