Forget
Pain be gone,
Without knife’s song.
Forgetting all to do with him,
Until three true words spoken provide the beacon.
Life continue otherwise.
Black spots before my eyes,
When on him they lie,
And none shall I betray.
Memories, photos, poems all erase,
Until my verse has been reversed.
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