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A searing moment A charring flash And all that was before is gone Accidents happen Apologies abound Never enough to remove the taint It is not my fault Yet it is my shame I bury it deep For I cannot bear the feel Of softly spoken words And the gentle caress of comfort. My pride and my horror Of the things I have done I cannot allow my weakness To run free My skin tightens with it I wonder idly if I will burst Before I can lock my pain inside Again. |
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