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Memoir Like a string of smoke strangled by wind drifting along with unmerciful breeze A moment, an age who knows went by the time perhaps forgot to breath Stretching apart were the corners of lips and there, a life about to cease At right and left were those two dimples like shallow waters of the deepest seas The blush, the glow, such vibrant cheeks made warm blood, in veins, to almost freeze Untangled bundles of night like waves twisted fury, a heart, no beat Fierce yet calm, were two of the charms a blink, a strike, untamed, unleashed A girl she was, was not a girl mosaic, but rather, made piece by piece The boy, oh boy, ca