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Regrets
Tied but detached, stored dry and dusty
concerns , swept where they're not visible
sometimes, half ripped photographs
discarded, in the pyres of mistrust
Face value that can't be recouped
the faded dress, the threadbare suit
smouldering embers that could linger
residue of sparks amongst the clinker
The priest hole, somewhere to hide
in contentment's point of solitude
to grind the teeth and rationalise
smooth, emolument where I was branded
And never, did what right intended
the stains that etched
to hurt when rubbed, a tear that can't be mended
the barrel plumbed into its deep depths
there lies the realms of my regrets
concerns , swept where they're not visible
sometimes, half ripped photographs
discarded, in the pyres of mistrust
Face value that can't be recouped
the faded dress, the threadbare suit
smouldering embers that could linger
residue of sparks amongst the clinker
The priest hole, somewhere to hide
in contentment's point of solitude
to grind the teeth and rationalise
smooth, emolument where I was branded
And never, did what right intended
the stains that etched
to hurt when rubbed, a tear that can't be mended
the barrel plumbed into its deep depths
there lies the realms of my regrets
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