Memory is a strange thing
The more I tend to forget
Immortal it becomes
The more I recollect
Impossible it becomes
The more you want
It to evacuated
The more it tends
To be congested
Believing in your(brain) courage
I have let down my heart
I have failed
I want every tip of neuron
With the soothing touch of heart
I want every strategy of yours
To be polished by care
And every revenge planned
To be turned into forgetfulness
An exception can be made -
Every memory of her's
To be erased for treason
By the avenge of my heart
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