a word my heart knows
year after year it shadows me
digs ever deep my grave
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Edna St. Vincent Millay
1916
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends-
It gives a lovely light!
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3 comments:
I had a crude thought, my friend. "Screw regret." Bury the thing. And live in happiness. Join me. I will dig a hole for regret with you.
Sweet Sandy, my regrets would fill a very large hole. I think you are right, with your help we could fill it up and walk away happy. You are such a very nice person. Thanks for stopping by. You put a smile on my face.
love,Melanie
Oh my, regretfully, i can relate to this.
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