I want to be free to teach you to forget the dark ways of the past.
I want to remind you that we are just a drop in a sea of desert calm , full of wounds and slow deaths .
I want to forget and forget us as those things that do not want to mention never forget .
I wanna swing me on your hair like a wild wind, like a faint sun filled of poisoned memories ...
I want to dream that never was your poet , your writer or something of yours
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The Art of Forgetting
RandomHow to forget someone who has gone , how to forget someone you can not forget , for love or hate, pleasure or disappointment . The art of forgetting gives you the keys to overcoming the sleep of reason , that dream we often produces monsters...
