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Curled up with our deeds of wire and flowers,

naked with the thoughts of our life’s choices.

The conscience can hurt us as it devours,

while we listen to internal voices.



Balls of hot fire searing in our thought,

making us wish we had chose other paths.

Wondering why it wasn’t harder we fought,

as we now wrestle with our inner wrath.



Caged in the mist of lasting decisions,

attempting to correct what we did wrong.

Wondering if there are any revisions,

something we could do that would make us strong.



Then we could change our past, making things right,

getting us out of this infernal night.