There are things that I will never forget,
Like all the things said under your breath,
And the messages you got before you left,
And how I forgave after I wept...
There are things I can never un-see,
Like your smile and it's beauty to me,
And the truth lain behind your glares,
And your imperfection with perfect pairs...
Even things that I can not un-feel,
Like my dreams, both real and surreal,
And the dollar so far from my hands.
Like this world and all its mad demands...
There are things that I can not un-want,
Like my angst to know what's going on,
And the death of all secretive seeds,
Behind doors, behind walls, beneath sheets...
So much more that I can not un-know.
Flaws and all, still I am kept so.
Like a weed in a field left to grow,
and all the penance yet still owed...
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