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Love is transparent
The sounds it makes are silent
It tastes like the wind of Atlantis
It smells like every lost fragrance
And it feels like a forgotten dance
-and all that makes love gone is the smell of your hair, or the way that you speak and the way that I stare. And every moment that we had just evaporated then, a choice was made, a road was paved over the heart of a woman.