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the air she breathes..

Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers

I ache from the perfumes of spring.

I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice;

I have forgotten

your eyes.

Like a flower to its perfume,

I am bound to my vague memory of you.

I live with pain that is like a wound;

if you touch me, you will do me irreparable harm.


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Taken on July 12, 2010