Wash these marks from my heart
From my mind
I have tried to forget you again
With the taste of gin, and whiskey, and wine
From my being
But even though I no longer love you
Or her as I once so fervently did
From my heart
You have all shaped my soul with your absences
Sculpting who I am without you
From my memory
So this day I shall raise my cup to all of you
To the memory of your sweetest smiles
From our pasts
And I shall no more weep these sweet tears
For anyone of you
From my soul
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