I can't write about it
To make it sound pretty
How do I put it
Where do I put it
On the page
In my camera
On a random day I go out and wear it as a dress
On the bus, in empty seats
The streets I meander to get away
The charity shops, in forgotten frames
My bedroom is full of it
The duvet stinks of it
The walls here it
The curtain hides from it
The ceiling silently overlooking
During noon, on a long walk
It's lurking in the crunch of every leaf
Tell me
Tell me where to put the regret

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