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regretful.
You're broken down
With that shattered glass lid
You cut your lip,
With every sip
You cut your lip,
With every sip
The red finger paint
Left behind
As you trace the highway's leaves
Reminiscing on an old song
Drunken on cheap booze
And ancient memories
You trod along
Escaping them
Kicking up dirt
Like a child in a fit
Every swathe relieves bad thoughts
But nothing is forgotten forever.
Do you really want to
Run away from all those years
And weep such irrational tears
Over a few terrible regrets?
A very good write, you wield
A very good write, you wield imagery well especially in - kicking up dirt like a child in a fit. Welcome to PP! Hope to read more!
Let your teeth show