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Mistakes are born in sterile rooms...alone in isopropyl fumes
Beneath a spray of congratulations
Aware of darker connotations
Mistakes by fools who lose their gloves...fools in grade school, not in love
confirming all the allegations
Provoking late night altercations
These, mistakes not forgive: not put to bed like little fibs
No, you will grow to rue that day
when you realize what you walked away
from.
Copyright © Nikki Williams | Year Posted 2011
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