doing obeisance -

the flagstones

at your feet I
lie and
cry and
anoint your
skin with my
tears my own
retribution - I
sorrow for the
born and bearing
ways you have
given me to
live and lead all
sorrowing and
regret the doing the
mistakes I threw, the
people gone
past and
onto pastures new - forgive
me I cry - be
merciful and
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