Note to soul

May I.

Do battle.

And vanquish.

My own hypocrisies.

Before I find it.

In others.

I am breathless.

Because hypocrisy smothers.

While the cowards.

In our midst.

Keep it.

Under the covers.

Soothed to sleep.

By her sweet lies.

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