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Falling out of mind, witnessing victims,
Where blame stains everyone—even me,
Or you, capitalism, the government.Yet how could one feather judge a bird?
I swear I can’t judge people,
But still I mutter I am better—
I am better—
Until I falter.That lie sours, seeing others as wine houses,
Each vat sealed beyond my reach.
Years pour soil over these rotten bodies,
And I’m the last one left.
When I searched my heart,
I found no one worse than me.
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