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Virtue Leaves Home

By Soul Churner

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

Torn away, Left undignified, Identified as A never ending virtue That never stayed. Still unpaid For debts once made, We can not clear the error of its cost. Bearing more than ever Of what has changed, A certain rivalry Called discernment, We have learned from it Earning its good judgement the hard way. A note of many value Searches for its remains. It will not find us here. We are there, Gone too far, To explain. It's not simplified, But recognized As a stain of what we have lost. A freedom from moral wrong Vanishing away.It talks about when we loose our innocence. Written December 16th, 2001 © on Dec 16 2001 11:51 AM PST, wendy tyler    18 • 0 • 13

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