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Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Contrition




There is a depth,
Of agony and lonliness,
In the sorrow
Of contrition ...
Reaching deeply
Into that secret place;
Which so seldom
Passes the lips.
Entombing life's essence;
In an inward grave,
Of crushed affections;
Annihalated hopes;
And severed ties.



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