Let us all bow our heads and mourn for the moment that never was.
It wasn't until I felt I was in the right state of mind that I realized I had gone too far left. So far, in fact, that not only was I lost, but I had lost all sense of reason. Or season. Winter melted into Summer before I noticed the Fall, and only the chilled breeze through the open window alerted me to my miscarriage. My peace disturbed by the kiss of a black widow.
Throw no roses; I'd only arrange them at her feet.
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