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PABLO NERUDA - Love
Love Because of you, in gardens of blossoming flowers I ache from the perfumes of spring. I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands; how did your lips feel on mine?
"untitled. " by dearhonestyx
sometimes i take a Shower with the lights off. but before i even finish showering, i turn the lights back On, because i remember how afraid of the dark i am. sometimes i go to the Airport and just sit in there for a few hours. because i like watching people Reunite.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep is a poem written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye .