Of all my regrets,
For Man is granted
Not a few;
Of all my regret:
My deepest wound,
My keenest loss,
Has settled there upon
You.
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 12:08 AM UTC
Of all my regrets,
For Man is granted
Not a few;
Of all my regret:
My deepest wound,
My keenest loss,
Has settled there upon
You.
Life seems a cruel pleasure,
The likes of which
Naught can measure.
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