You keep coming back to me..
Like the flu at summers end ;
I thought I had lost the key..
To the door that opens
your memory.
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You keep coming back to me
Like the mold from winters eve ;
I thought I rid my home off it..
But here it lay again
beaming at ease .
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You keep coming back to me
Like pieces of that broken glass.
I could swear I had them cleaned ;
yet , tiny bits poke around..
In hopes of having me bleed.