And, bathed in city lights

he let his thoughts wander while gazing at the oozing bite.

If ugliness or beauty,

old age or youth can cause us to make mistakes, how can we truly forgive,

while staying true to the roots that we might still cherish at the back of our minds, even now?

Or should we let bygones be bygones and view such a thing as one of the many bitter,

insignificant happenings of life,

and allow it to fade from our memory?

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