Regrets

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Regrets

I often think of ou
and wonder why I chose to lose
someone as special as you.

I will always love you
The thought of having you
and who you were to me

Like a vector towards its ore
I turn my thoughts to you
My mind always steers towards your core.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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