Regret's Embrace

constant presence, a thick bl

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n, and my wife, Sophia Davis,

ant, beautiful

shield she put up for my sake, a way to

life around, a reason for the

space to create, to pour a

of the crowded venue

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rtistic purity, that her gentle rejections of intim

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versation with her

dealer, the kind of guy w

lative, but I tried to ge

ned in, a sly smile on his face, and said

art was already taken

in a joke, but it planted a se

care had always made it

ays so calm

ords replaye

ars, I didn't drink the calming tea

then poured it down the si

eigning sleep,

was almost imperceptible, a so

of deep, supp

od ran

to see her silhouette in the moon

the edge of the b

e held a small,

picture

on his smiling face with an int

f pure, unadult

oft, aching sound that ripped t

am.

harp pain a welcome distraction f

an to stream down my face, h

like it had be

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same whispered name, th

red, growing into a desp

a hollow numbness, a gnawing ach

onged torment, I

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't an ic

f her longing, was simply

or the impossible

ar to the custom-made stage costume

flowing, ethereal dress I though

it to her tonight, a g

I felt completely an

e was a joke, and