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* I have a guilt in my heart,
That weighs a ton...
A guilt for a crime,
That I have never done...
I am free from the promise that I made to you,
Not like you were the one to keep yours too…
I am repenting for the sins,
That have stained my soul…
Cleaning them by my hope,
But failing so badly in the end,
That I didn't bother to try again…
I wrote a book on you,
Conserving each memory of us,
Within each page…
But then I left the book in the rain,
To watch its ink go down the drain...
But feeling uneasy still,
I burned the book...
And watched each page turn brittle,
Diminish into ashes...
Ashes, Darker than any secret we held...
Feeling unsatisfied still…
I buried the ashes in barren land...
And with it ended the story that we shared…
But in the place where lay the ashes...
There surprisingly grew...
A Flower so beautiful...
That it alone… seemed to rival…
The *god's garden... of Eden
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