Words don't have it
the true impact of regret
for i was stupidly naive.
It deeply sorrows my heart
on the recall of my imbecilic moves
under the aristocracy of indulgence.
Egocentric, I was, and mean
for I lavished on my desires
yet the world is for us all.
My esteem and conscience now reigns
and am subjected to morality of late
for sure, am sorry; so very sorry.
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