Poem: The Error
The Error
what went wrong
or how it occurred,
but it was not my error.
I am certain
it was nothing I did.
If it were me
I would admit it
and tell everything,
explain it, detail
the mistake, reveal it.
I would not hide
or make excuses.
I am certain
that is how I would act
if I did such a thing,
if I were even the type.
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