Only human (poem)

This one was something I did really fast. I got the idea and just put it out there, I also decided that I wouldn't edit it because maybe then I'll be able to write my best without editing over and over and God knows how many times til I feel it's right, being a perfectionist when it comes to writing is a good thing but I do want to write a book one day but I don't want to spend too many years on it.
Here's the poem.
Only human.
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Guilt stained hands
Shameful strokes
Only…

Blood stained hands
Murderous grasp
Still…

But only still…
Dirty hands remain
To catch us when we fall

We’re but human

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Idea of the poem is that no one is perfect.

Our concept of perfection is something that we can accept.

So by the end of the day, we're all pretty fucked up.

So go blog yourselves.