Predawn slumber interrupted, I lie still as Regret sleeps peacefully. I can't get Hope off of my mind. If Regret only knew that Hope has taken up residence in my heart. Regret was a lot like Hope in the beginning, we even thought of procreating and giving birth to Future; that has all changed. What could be breezes cause make a choice branches to tap against the He can't come out windows double insulated by Regret to ensure that I never come across Hope.
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When a Poet weeps
Words of passion lay dormant
The heart's connection to the pen is severed
Words swirl within the heart and mind, retained momentarily
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