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I've actually considered writing a book about this (although one already exists). I'm interested on your take, TK.

After you come up with something, I'll share a poem with the same title I came across the other day.

I've actually considered writing a book about this (although one already exists). I'm interested on your take, TK. After you come up with something, I'll share a poem with the same title I came across the other day.

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Remember the utility of shame,

On which in part our decency depends.

Such sentiments evolved to serve our ends,

Having given ballast to one’s name.

How apt that to ourselves we be revealed

As time pauses in between the years,

Season of incantatory tears,

Harrowed for the sins we have concealed.

Allow your shame full access to your heart,

Nor flinch from bearing witness to your part,

As only what is treated can be healed,

Here, now, while your fate is still unsealed.