APOLOGY

 "I wish I could go back in time

That picturesque morning when the clock chimed nine

Your charming self ripe and sublime

Your intent no clandestine 

That illusion of roses so divine

Clouding the reality of you being a slime

Full of filth to the prime

I wish I could go back in time

Have a chat with her at lunchtime

And warn about your non-existent spine

How your 'mine' is sold to other 'nine'

This is all false dopamine

High because of your served moonshine

That ruined irreparably her shine

I wish I could go back in time

And stop her from getting maim

Decrease her pile of regrets in this lifetime

I wish I could go back in time

And end that conversation with a courtesy smile"

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