The guilt weighed heavy on me One of desire, the craving of love, and the need for normal.
It pulsated hard through my veins and bled to my lips. Now swelled and stained from each pull and tug.
Now aware. How do you explain the guilt that you feel?
Detach, disconnected not related to me.
The disrobing of my dress, and revealed face how do you explain the guilt that you know?
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