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Regret

I come to sit next to you.
We have already fought.
The last shot has been fired.
The last bomb has been dropped.

You look reluctant,
your hands shake with fear.
You look into my eyes.
“Oh” they say, “How could you dare?”

You are right.
I have been wrong,
destroying peoples lives,
and destroying my own.

I come to sit next to you.
We have already fought.
The last shot has been fired.
The last bomb has bee dropped.




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