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Somethings are best forgotten
Way back in the past
Memories that torment
Terrify and clash
Hoarded in the larder
Locked up safe and tight
No withdrawal needed
Forgotten out of sight
Dust gathers and covers
Long lost memories
Never to be discovered
Gone for all to see
A dark spell slowly rises
From the evil unknown place
All that can be witnessed
The eye of the storm slowly waits
A wave of vulnerability
Crashes upon the shore
Leaves a broken body
And all that is no more
Much Love Much Life