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Apr 2017
Memories hurt when they are the memories you wish to forget.

There are sometimes small reminders,
every-so-often,
as you go by your day.

You never know what it could be,
but when you see it,
it hurts.

God, does it hurt.

Of course,
if you’re unlucky,
Those reminders are pictures.

And if a picture tells a thousand words,
One is too many.
sage
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     --- and Sheyla X Donatt
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