I'd like to speak of this memory,
but it's so faded now -as though nothing's left-
because it was so long ago, in my adolescent years.
A skin as though of jasmine...
that August evening -was it August?-
I can still just recall the eyes: blue, I think they were...
Ah yes, blue: a sapphire blue.
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