Remorse

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walking silently on the shore
while my eyes are still in sore
as I think about my remorse
my hands starting to tremor
while holding a liquor
trying to conquer
trying to endeavor
my heart that still perdures
hoping that it will surrender
from your last phrase
that you murmur
saying... " I love you "
but I have to say goodbye

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