"Don't you regret it?"
of course
-where are these voices coming from
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PoetryIt's a mess, a real wicked mess in here. The mice escaped from the cage, the dog is chasing after them with a volcanic yorf. The ceiling plaster falls in raindrops after every drum upstairs and the knob broke off the faucet for the bath so scalding...
Ana
"Don't you regret it?"
of course
-where are these voices coming from
