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It kills me to know i begin,

to realize her eyes are forgotten,

her kiss blown away like dust in the wind,

her touch torched like microwaving tin,

her smile is less kool, her laughter gives no more aid,

all i have to thank her for is getting me paid,

not getting me laid, or getting me any,

i now forget how you used to call me Rennie,

i forgot how i used to sleep til you woke me,

to say you needed help with night dogs and poked me,

i can't recall ever wanting your kiss,

and i don't remember what it felt like to miss,

you or your life, your family i may miss,

but i am truly loving this,

it kills me to know that i forgot then,

and all our 4 years were very slowly forgotten.