Meet Virginia

Regrets are stones

Loaded into lint-lined pockets

Of an old winter coat

So absorbent

So encompassing

That drags you down

Below the surface

Until you can’t fight the current

And you submit

To drowning

Under the weight

Of all that went wrong

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