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Shame
Words left untold In the vague scheme Of light and Night Mock me hard As if they caught me red In a failed attempt To kill the self. Smotherd words in revolt Strip me in the mob.
I lack is not words
But courage. Lest the glass should drop And pieces scatter I bear this shame.Thomas Jacob
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