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Regret

Of in the horizon you see him,
Strolling dejectedly along the shore.
He sits on the bloodstained rocks,
Awaiting the sun's rays to rejuvenate him.
Night still lingered, he was pensive,
As hope slowly left him.
"Would the sun ever rise?" he asked himself.
There she appeared next to him.
Her touch brought him an eccentric feeling.
At last he felt unperturbed.
She afforded him love and care.
Together they witnessed night turn to day,
But once the sun's rays touched her skin,
She faded away into space.
The atrocity caused him depression,
And along came madness...
To have ever loved in the first place,
Is what brought him to such disgrace.
He should have never left,
But alas, it is too late.





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