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Remorse

the sickening melody of a dying bird,

a call of relief but a grief,

i reach for a cup of tea,

saw you in your plain white tee

sipping the same color of cup I am using,

and when I am to touch you,

you disappears like an apparition,

you disappears in the oblivion…

i wanted to hold you…

dearly,

even before you chose to leave,

i wish to see you…

so bad,

i am willing to trade my life in exchange of another glimpse of your face.