they stripped a tree of his branch and wrote my sins in the soil
i knelt and covered the ground with my elbows
but i knew you had seen and my feeble attempts meant nothing
i wept to the dirt, asking forgiveness
and rightfully so, you skipped a stone across the creek
then the stick in my hand betrayed my actions
and i felt
disgusting.
knowing that you had witnessed me write one word in the sand.
crazy.
inspiration
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