Tag: pride
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Specks
As her mind rolls round and round, ‘Bout specks in others’s eyes she’d found; The spinning picks up energy, Specks swelling in extremity. The microscope on other’s faults Makes way for self heart to exalt. The blustered soul puffed to the hilt, Strangely savoring another’s guilt. Is this a soft and tender heart? One by… Read more