She is safer if she does not feel too much; she is gently dying in the memory of love.

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She is safer if she does not feel too much; she is gently dying in the memory of love.

The great emptiness the loss of a memory. Could anyone ease the pain?

The fierce longings of his heart was alien. He had grown to realize he brooded a cynical image of the world. A figure came to him in sleep, her face veiled but desire traversed his memory.

Vivid memories from school later gather in old acquaintances.

Catching sight of a brown-eyed boy, instantaneously my foolish fears retreated as if memory recognized his features.
