Rose 58. Guilt

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Nove Otto of Roses

By Fox-Trot-9

Rose 58. Guilt

The reputation others built
For you is lost in burning guilt,
   For you have now transgressed my will.
You sit and mope and look about
For that sweet touch to weather out
   This burning misery, until
You run alone into the street,
Seeking reprieve for your deceit;
   But all your efforts come to nil!

(To be continued...)

A/N: Yep... I went through some of this, too...

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