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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

our regrets

our regrets

fiction
Edward w Pritchard

Our regrets flow relentlessly,
like cracking spattered scalding lava,
cooled by woman's salty tears,
fanned  by broken dreams and aspirations,
spackled with secret whispered conversations
delivered with anxious red pajama reputation
to congeal, frigidly
into to hallowed mountains of separation
turning  miles into millennial monumental minefields of remorse.

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