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We hear more keenly
the words that cut us
than ever our words that wound.

We see more clearly
the faults of others
than ever we see our own.

We feel more deeply
the hurts we suffer
than ever those we inflict.

We speak more clearly
to hurt, to torment
than ever in odes of praise.

We taste more fully
our petty triumphs
than ever another’s pain.

3 December 2012
SW 2162
LGA – MDW

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