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it feels impossible
to breathe knowing
we are all so intricately
flawed. secretly mocking
sin and redemption myths,
believing we’re more
than tangled hypocrisies.
what moral light
flickers in this darkness
of secrets and fumbling
right words?
there is much talk of stones-
thrown from glass houses
and who casts the first one.
everyone has an opinion
about everyone and everything,
but oppression is fact
and intent will never match impact.
even the things we love
are rotten at the core.
any mirror can show you that.