Contrite Spirit

It tears, it steals, it burns my flesh so deep

I feel as though I cannot speak, so now

I am whisper, and I am the hidden one.

This love has broken me, now I am treated

as the scorned scum. Though I tried to

apologize for my own depravity, he did

not oblige to my pleas, or give me any

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Dec 1, 2012