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I should just be plain Nothing
hidden and nothing deep, us
little pictures of confession
moments others would leave
locked up and untold, rather
to tell them and hold red
hands up for the crime
The long straggling line errant, breaking, time
Words on kids robbed
of innocence or youth
Come against adult failing left,
Out when thought tucked away
More couplets of outcomes mirroring guilt
In their own grown ways
Out of curiosity I read some of Nick Flynn's poetry. This arose
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