GuiltA Poem by Lyndsay GaynorMy guilt glows red with markings of black And though it tortures, it satisfies me
My guilt is hot it burns
I close my guilt behind me with the creeking of a white gate and although it follows me... I feel fine © 2008 Lyndsay GaynorAuthor's Note
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Added on August 11, 2008 AuthorLyndsay GaynorSouth AfricaAboutI'm a simple girl who grew up in a tiny town in the country. Next to writing, my interests include art, photography, programming, chemistry, psycology, reading and such. For someone that loves writing.. more..Writing
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