In cramped concrete now lost
What cold shame
fouls in regret
the soiled slates of her soul.
Sigh now forgiveness
Remember then breaths
still awkward
strange & new.
I betrayed her soul.
Her gift of a rose
once hidden behind locked doors.
Its red symbol
lay scattered in ruins
Behind the tracks
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