To Mock a Killingbird
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Idealism
Ideally.
You will leave me.
Sifting through excrement.
Trying to find something pure and undigested.
What is the point?
When there is no moral fiber to be found.
No impenetrable cell wall among the wicked.
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