As Easily Regret

Our sheets lie crumpled, stale untidy mess I've not cleaned up yet, no. Your cigarette half finished, half remembered at its worst extinguishes what's left of longing, yet its ash makes your scent hang on all the less. I wanted you with me here longer, yes. Was vagueness in my eye that wound a net? I want you still. That must be love, I guess, or something I'll as easily regret. But heed your friends' advice - Were you to let me keep you here, it'd be to wild excess you'd best abandon. Home and family first! And that way, as your allies no doubt stress, you're trained to handle every foreign threat.

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