the loops are a constant.
try to forget once more
and be cursed to remember.
whoever said that a good
memory was a good thing?
try to stop missing you
and be trapped into it.
when am i ever going
to be free of you?
try to mend the fences
and be stuck hidden away.
so tell me darling will
i ever stop missing you?
because i’m not so sure.
tuckedintoacorner 
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Thank you!
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Wow, wow, wow- what an intelligent and logical poem- very appealing and so true.
Our memories can be long and the more we try to forget, the more we remember.
Susie
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Thank you so much 🙂
I find that memory is its own unique paradox, and a deeply fascinating thing – no doubt why I enjoy writing about it.
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