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Whatever has been done,
That which haunts me
From year to year;
An act so cursory,
Having induced it or not,
My conscious mind is unclear.

I cry my private tears
To douse the tormenting mind
Of unrelenting blame.
When Death at last steps in,
I trust the cloak of darkness
Will finally undo my shame.


Jaymista 2001
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