the platitudes of willful resemblance

I
   regret
                things
                             like
                                     parking
                                                     spaces,
but never lovers.

One
        thinks
                     of
                         looks
                                    across
                                                 tables
                                                              or
                                                                   rooms,
but never someone who broke your nose.

– I wrote this

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