Memories

Some memories fade never.
Unwanted guests they are forever.
Like the odour of saline sweat ,
They are with you, though you fret.

Like the love of water and sand,
Grains will stay in your hand.
Vacating these is going cold turkey.
Withdrawal symptoms make you murky.

Who will volunteer to borrow?
Will betraying them bring or take sorrow?

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