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Frangrance of regret

Missed opportunities scratch at my heel like thorns.
Under duress, I let my dream wilt like a flower in late summer.
Silently, I weep for the barren fields
I could not nurture in my youth.
Crushed petals in my hands, the fragrance of regret.

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