If guilt had a color
It would be deep red
Red as crimson
The color of pain
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Our hands clashed picking grocery
It the last on the trolley
We both smiled
Have it, no you have it,
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Eyes closed fingers at work
Thin steady and a bit cold
Magical, how is it even possible
As thin as it is a melody so sweet
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Appeared in body
Vindicated by the spirit
Seen by the angels
Taken up in glory
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Can be compressed to a page
Even knows the sages
Has been spoken about for ages
Here we don’t care about stages
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scars are a reminder of pain
scars are a recap of a sad moment
scars are evidence of suffering
scars are not beautiful to look at
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Heart wanted it badly
Head refused profusely
So heart and mind fought ugly
Heart fought tenderly
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A simple ‘thank you’ in a day
Who will throw that my way?
I wait day and in the night as I lay
I wait with so much anticipation but nay
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The sun rises and sets
With it I rise and rest
I toil with no rest yet many upset
Hindering my ever working insight
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