Roy Boy

Soon enough, time forsaken, not enough. Leveled to shoulders, his trigger pulled. Lost in this fog; now, forever. "Love, redemption, oh my aching heart." Lost to wind, found in dirt. A mighty throne, caked with soot. His passing silhouette,...

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Regret

Looking back, thinking forward, the serrated blade of the past grinds even deeper. What I could have said, what I should have said, the things I have said, I never should have even thought. The past can't be changed. Most things can be...

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