Monday, November 7, 2011


Let us dig our palms into this dirt,
Let us observe and be,
The filth that we all shrug of our shoulders,
In a mirror full of pleasantries.

It is time for us to dance in this mud,
Time for us to rejoice,
Let the filth molds us into who we were,
Find fragments of our broken voice.

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