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I feel her pain

Across the chasm of time,

It tears at my heart

As it proliferates to my mind.



A careless words’ attempt

To be sweet,

T’Was a bitter vetch

That failed to meet.



Her need of respect

Seriously impugned,

She cried out in pain

To a different tune.



If I could but

Turn back the clock

Those words I would eat

Her world not to rock.



But it cannot be

And time marches forward

I can only curse myself

For uttering those words.



I will hold in my heart

Her excruciating pain

A grim reminder to

Never, let it happen again.