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Inevitable Regret

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1/12/2017
Well here you come:
Inevitable regret.
Your fettered slave;
Self-loathing besets.
I spend my life
In hollow lament.
Unable to escape your debt.

Where can I go
When you come to find?
I cannot run;
I will not hide.
I drink your plague,
The sweetest wine.
You fill my cup;
My lips drip wet.
You are my greatest regret.

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