The wind rushes to kiss the accused cheeks
And for a brief moment that lingers onward
The world tempestuously leaks of silent shrieks
And the implicated body stands marred
And enveloped by judgmental shards
So often another’s mistakes are laughed upon
By those encircling the enflamed face
But once long glances in our direction latch on
And we find ourselves in one blank space
We so easily lash out, all previous memory displaced
Mitsakes occur, let me say that again
Mistakes occur, let me be quite clear
Mistakes occur; you should probably get yourself a pen
Because I’ll say it once more and I’m perfectly sincere
Mistakes occur, by you and I alike
So stop sending your shame as presents to others
And look out with fondness to your brothers and sisters
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