I wish...

I wish for that time again,
the chance,
the moment I missed,
to do it again.

If my heart seems weak,
it's not,
it beats hard and strong,
it feeds on need.

Am I jaded..
probably.

Do I care..
not at all.

My life is a series,
each month a book,
each week a chapter,
and every line.....

as countless as the last.


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