To forget you,
I will have to forget the extremities
The extreme cold of the winters
The extreme red of the blood
The extreme scars of the moon
BUT
When i forget,
The winters are not winters
The blood is not blood
The moon is not moon
They have to be cold, red and scarred
So to keep them what they are
I remember you.
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