Bones of memory rot slowly
Past fetid acts buried
Weeds of guilt sprout around a crypt of the past
Concrete of denial crumbles in storms of time
Revealing decayed shame
Reeking of remorse, that wafts on conscience's breeze
A fallen headstone of the past
Lies face down under rubble
Where flies now prey on moldering dirt
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