April 09, 2010
"It had been bygone that I never utter for pardon,
For placing you in unwanted and profound disposition.
Without knowing wreckage came upon your psyche,
I'm so blind to see your countenance filled with sorrow.
How milksop I had been of those days.
Parting is the least tact to reprieve you from me.
As the angels called upon me far away,
In air I whisper "I'm sorry" ."
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