Do not wrong a poet.
For even if its nameless,
a canvas of blank faces,
the whole world will still know it:
what you did immortalized for all time,
your shame exposed in the spotlight of rhyme.
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Every Last Drop
Poetryfor hard times. for the lonely late nights. and the tears we cry. every last drop. * all rights reserved
Your Shame
Do not wrong a poet.
For even if its nameless,
a canvas of blank faces,
the whole world will still know it:
what you did immortalized for all time,
your shame exposed in the spotlight of rhyme.
