I MAKE MISTAKES
The porcelain shine on this brand
new sink is staggering to my eyes
and vision. It lights up the room like
nothing else. I can't sit here ignoring
what cries out for new attention. What
then should I do? I'm one of those fools
who blurt too much, let my emotions run,
make a spectacle of only myself.
God, I am sorry for love.
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