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  • Writer's pictureHayden Purcell

Indemnity (A Poem)

Perfection is not a reflection Of reality

As I wait in your line of lauders

To be your one and only


Beckoned only once stepped aside

Your kingdom torn asunder

As if I mean that much

Guilt lying only in wake

Long after the rubble cleared

Friction is not a vindictive slight

This is my indemnity


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