Gone, gone forever and good riddance
a bad love, born and sent into oblivion
short-lived and meant to be forgotten
still a memory of something gone
something like a lingering odor of decay
you pass the carcass of that love on the stairs
up or down, the odor clings to you
hurry, fly past it, and enjoy that feeling
the feeling of leaving a trap
better still, grab the carcass and BURY it
yes, bury it deep, dig the hole with care
make a garden of old feelings
call it a grave and let it thrive
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