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Remorse In Code Moving on would have to mean I stopped.
I haven't gotten off.
The stations still miles away,
Behind or ahead.
I entertained the stops along the way.
And found to my dismay,
My destination is not set.
My stop has not been reached just yet.
But in my mouth swims
The bitter taste of regret.
I like it. Nobody really ever stops, they just pretend.