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I Beg Your Pardon

The deep old wound in your heart
Which you are unable to heal despite
Therapies known as the best,
Was caused by the arrows I shot.

My words – rude, thankless and unkind,
Rusted arrows of the worst kind,
Were fired straight into your chest
By tongue’s bow my mighty anger bent.
I wish I had control over my anger.
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