Memories,
Of my youth.
Memories,
Of you.
Too sweet to consume,
Now in old age,
Knowing better,
than reckless sugary ecstasy.
The unobtainable high,
The addictive rush,
Fools folly,
Can't keep the high forever.
The rush gone,
Crashing, crashing down.
In my youth I could ignore it,
But now I avoid it.
Still occasionally,
A taste,
Sweet memory,
can't remember,
but never forget.
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