on wings unbending
we live we die.
broken hearts need
mending.
words unspoken,
those we cannot
take back
questions never ending.
there is no slack.
regrets too many
denials too few
life's many trials
too much to do.
that which we
choose to remember
with distorted view.
the point where the
truth
gets the
better
of
you.
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