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No Confession
How can I tell you all I have done,
without you judging
or poking fun?
How can I lay my fragile soul bare,
in hope you'll forgive,
in hope you'll still care.
How can I tell you, answer me, do
or tell me your secrets
so I may judge you.
poem
by
Ruth Walters
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