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Errant
How is it that you can implant in me
Like a packet of carelessly sown seeds
This uncontrollable flow'ring of guilt?
What is it that you see, looking at me
With your puzzled brow, disbelieving eyes,
Wry cynicism twisting bitter lips?
Do you think you've caught me in some bad act
Unlawful, breaking society's bounds
Merely because I am in this abode?
I'll leave. I'll go. I don't want to disturb.
I knew not my presence would bother you.
There. The errant flush of guilt's growth is stopped
