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Mar 2019
I opened my mouth to his and tried to take him in so deep that my

soul, if I had one, might remember what my brain forgot.

But all of a sudden, I tasted salt between my lips and realized water

was streaming copiously from my eyes.

"Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe, as it gives

back life to those who no longer exists."

Just like everyone I loved.
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Stained Glass  17/F
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