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Am I innocent?
Another day came, another day went.
Filled with guilt those days I spent.
Six feet under lay hidden the truth,
Covered with flowers and lies it stood.
My overflowing eyes mask my worries,
With a strut of innocence I walk in.
At the grave I stand in silence.
The problem was gone, but the secrets weren't.
#I Have Been Reading A Lot Of Murder Mystery Books Lately.
© Meya Ashta
Filled with guilt those days I spent.
Six feet under lay hidden the truth,
Covered with flowers and lies it stood.
My overflowing eyes mask my worries,
With a strut of innocence I walk in.
At the grave I stand in silence.
The problem was gone, but the secrets weren't.
#I Have Been Reading A Lot Of Murder Mystery Books Lately.
© Meya Ashta
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