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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

On Sorryness


Finnius

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I said a thing,

I made a promise,

Had such a ring,

Had such high hopes,

But then I slipped,

I'd felt I'd lost it,

My gentlest nips,

Turned into barbs.

 

The pain still stays,

My heart still sticks,

It's here for days,

I won't forget,

The thing I said,

God I feel sick...

My gentlest nips,

Still barbed in me.

 

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*a hug, a kiss on the forehead, a happy tear, a sorry still*

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