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Poem: Regrets


You’ll never hear me.
Say it
slowly one more time.
You’ll never see me.
Feel it
oozing cross the floor.

I miss you
– I do!
I miss you
– its true.
I miss you
something more
than you deserve.

Here where
my heart used to beat
this wound
always seems to bleed.
dripping
crimson cross the floor.

I miss you
– I do!
I miss you
– its true.
I miss you
something more
than you deserve.

 

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