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Extended Metaphors My crimes
Are written
In smudged ink
Across your heart
Like a stinging
Imprint of a tattoo.
These spots
On my record,
These mistakes
That document
My existence,
Are inerasable.
They stain me
Like the streak
Of a permanent
Marker over
The purity of
My blank page.
hi angel girl... you have no stains on your personlity..you are fair and clear girl that I respect you and your words and thoughts are the witnessed that jessica , the cute tiny princess is an angel.. wow this is a very heart touching poem too.. love it sure very much