Remembering
The mind I am told is very useful.
Except when remembering.
I hate remembering,
The past
I remember it all,
Too well
As if it just occurred.
I remember,
what shouldn't have been.
Innocence lost
But worst of all I remember is
How he smelled -- --
Old Spice and peanut butter breath.
I despise Old Spice,
and tolerate peanut butter.
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