Shame Is Five-Fingered
Slapped with shame
left a print of distain
the mark is still left
long after it came
like a stain
no matter how hard you try
to take away the pain
you reilize you lost
more than you gained
slapped with shame
left with a print of distain
the pain thats left
is a dark red stain
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