I wonder if she is a jinx.
I regret my first winks.
My "thinks" stinks when I reminisce her blinks.
I need a void table I hate this round of drinks.
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If I had never made the first move.
If I had held my emotions and mode.
I really faked my mood-regret now my hood.
If I had kept my rules- I wouldn't face this puzzle.
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one day, one time, one moment.
Stories would be made of this torment.
Like a bird I fly to my nest to rest.
Millstone role off, so I be my pest.

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