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Adam paused before the mirror
Wind pushes against a frame weakened by war
And you waver
Cold shivers every sinew, freezing every drop
And you fracture
You entertain the notion
"Am I evil, then?"
Rifling through pages and scanning every entry
Atrocious, base, calamitous, damnable
Every letter its own
And you scan the ground for litter
Cigarette butts and wrappers
a harmful aspect, effect or consequence
You bend down and pocket trash as
Leaves fall down and scatter
What more can I offer?
How much more can I suffer?
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Contributor's Note
This is a poem taken from my blog.
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