The Five Senses of Guilt

February 23, 2010
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Guilt feels like rust ripping through my pores.
Guilt looks like tears running down my nose.
Guilt sounds like rain soaking through my clothes.
Guilt smells like the blood oozing in my mental sores.
Guilt tastes bitter like sadness on a pretty red rose.





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