“No regrets”
Is apart of a long and comforting tale
That fully enshrouds
Seductive days past

The narrative
Rushes from my voice in a panic
When familiar faces roam
Just a hair too close

I scramble for the veil
As instinct troubles
The mundane, ebb and flow of being

Pride
Has a world of horror
Sewn shut

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