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"Our feet are grape-squashed in memoriesour skins are still flushedfrom the touch of summer's lips."
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"When it comes to the past, everyone writes fiction."
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"I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won't stay still for me, they move, there's a smile and it's gone, their features curl and bend as if the paper's burning, blackness eats them. A glimpse, a pale shimmer on the air; a glow, aurora, dance of electrons, then a face again, faces. But they fade, though I stretch out my arms towards them, they slip away from me, ghosts at daybreak. Back to wherever they are. Stay with me, I want to say. But they won't."
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"I know nothing about her. Just some books, and some stories she tried to tell me, and things I didn't understand, and I remember big red soft hands and that smell. I never knew who she really was. I mean, she must have been nine too, once."
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"By remembering it too often I have blurred the memory itself."
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"Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure."
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"Create memories every day. Enjoy every moment every way."
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"There is nothing like an odor to stir memories."
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"Everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ..."
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"The marks we leave are too often scars."
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"Gone are the summer daysand my mind along with them.No longer will I indulgein hopes of getting you back.It is hope that makes these chains heavierand autumnal nights longer.I will merely serve as a memory to you:the lover that recited love poems.I must go nowand I urge you not to look back."
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"Sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed."
Poetry
"The mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine."
Romance
"Poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light."
Poetry
"Leave me some musicthat's chocolate for the heart."
Art
"I immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story."
Relationship
"I am filled time and againwith a heart-aching wonder when I thinkof the fireand frost of memoriesof the everlastingnessof lovethe solace of familyand the power of prayer."
Family
"Great struggles make for great stories."
Motivation
"I am so crammedfull of fearsthat if you were to touch me i might eitherfly or break."
Fear
"I can't always tell what's betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens."
Journey
"The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it's all because of one person I'm missing."
Love
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