regrets
grate the dreamless nights,
the cool breeze turn into a
spellbinding tornado,
of a thousand 'should-have-dones'
millions should-have-nots, should-have-beens
should-have-knowns,
and when the tornado eases,
you are just an empty shell,
seeking solace among mortals
puzzled that they are still alive,
almost against their will.
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