and talking about regret,
it is a word that i have deleted from
my vocabulary,
i have had it before
about to marry it and live with it
and perhaps have kids with
such a word...
lucky me, got noddles for
summer, ice cream for winter,
and cigars in my
silence
oh, you see, we need fans
sometimes even in the coldest seasons
of the year,
we need fire in the desert
sometimes
we must need what we do not need
sometimes
we must accept what we cannot
accept sometimes
and just be at home with all these
otherwise
what is the use of laurels?
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