Sins of Yesterday

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My sins of yesterday

are here to stay.

Victories are fleeting

and so need repeating,

but missteps and fuck-ups

continue to pop up;

if I could forget

still they’d never let

my minor crimes go.

When anger’s winds blow

closet opens, secrets fly,

truth worse than the lies;

and all of my sins

on the table again.

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