Shame
My excuse, Lord, my thought's erase
in crudeness from a beauties chase
the aftermath, encounters lace
are pigeon holes of thought's disgrace!
Oh wile away the time debase
but here within, my effort's trace
become insidious dodging's face
the who and what, continuous race?
Life's undercurrent, needing's aim
the peace of mind, gives heart's rename
to virtues clasp, a holding seine
that separates trash, from its proclaim!
Infiltrate mine, avoid all shame
Oh moment's crash, is lewdness vein!
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