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long ago

I’d like to speak of this memory... but it’s so faded now... as though nothing is left— because it was so long ago, in my early adolescent years. A skin as though of jasmine... that August evening—was it August?— I can still just recall the eyes: blue, I think they were... Ah yes, blue: a sapphire blue.

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love in the ruins

I remember my mother toward the end,

folding the tablecloth after dinner so carefully, as if it were a flag of a country that no longer existed, but once had ruled the world.

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part heart

When we first fell, we used to lie in my bed. But now where my brain's supposed to be there's just some clouds instead. And part of me's living and part of me's dead. And the part of my heart where you're still lying, it fled. And it doesn't matter, I still feel the same. And it doesn't matter, how many colours I paint my nails, I still feel the same. And it doesn't matter, how many times I change my clothes, I still feel the same. And it doesn't matter, how much I stay indoors, leave the house, I still feel the same. And it doesn't matter, how much I have to drink, I still feel the same. And it doesn't matter, how loud I play my music, I still feel the same. And it doesn't matter, what my good friends tell me, I still feel the same. And it doesn't matter, how much I hurt myself, I still feel the same. And it doesn't matter, no it doesn't matter. Because I still feel the same

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