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• I think i have said;
  All there is to say.
  Sought whatever prayer there is,
  to keep your company.
  
  Yet with indifference and conceit,
  you prophesy fate's decision-
  That u and i;
  were never meant to be.
  
  To Regret!
  What we had, I should not.
  For a vent self pity is but self destruction.
  To harbor!
  A grudge for all your follies...
  
  Oh providence!
  Stray me from the path of hate.
  Deliver me from the spirit of vengence.
  Be they even,
  to crawl like a snail.
  The hands of time,
  shall unto me deliver peace.
  
            Tony Tukei