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Memoirs of an Intern
Longing to be back to the land by the sea, / Where the air smelled nostalgically sweet in the cool summer breeze. / I felt lucky to go abro…
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Memory Lighter
the atmosphere of your will
My Child
Memories, like toys abandoned, / Found later to be loved again, / So real, yet so elusive.
breathing under the water of myself
I am watching you; wave.