'Time heals', it is said.
I'm skilled in some things,
except,
how to forget.
Feeling lighter, many times
I've thought I finally
got loose from the Past.
But, unexpected,
any night of shining stars,
the Past, relentless, grabs my throat,
and laughing, whispers:
' You're mine! '
La Finita
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