Ever heard any of my poetry before? So much of it just sits untouched and unrevised. Some of it I consider complete... but those are precious few. Here's one from the vault I was suddenly reminded of this morning:
I'm sorry for being Eve.
I felt that knowledge grow.
I'm sorry for finding sin.
I wanted you to know.
Go ahead and blame me for this--
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