Tentative tentacles reaching out -
Remember me?
Unwind
Rewind
The lost lines
Submerged in the lake of the past.
I wish ...
I regret ...
Didn't think -
Didn't mean -
Mis-spoke -
Mis-thought -
Mistook -
Misled
you
them
him.
The soul is no trifling thing
And I am not a prophet.
Will you sit with me?
Can you bear it -
Breaking bread together,
Remembering my arrogance?
Will I look you in the eye?
Can I bear it -
Your soft lamb's gaze that says
"I learned"?
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