He takes my mistakes and spins it like thread; And out from the web the finest dread
He takes my regret and puts it in the fire; And out of the pit come my worst desire
He takes my shame and puts it on his feet; And next thing you know he’s down the street
He takes my love and puts it on his mantle; Then he swears protection on his broken angel
© Delia Ross. 2019
PoeEternal 
Ass always great read and nice title
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Thank you so much, Charly! Hope you are well!
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I confirm. So happens. We can communicate on this theme.
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