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 Interior Portrait by Rainer Maria Rilke 
						You don't survive in mebecause of memories;
 nor are you mine because
 of a lovely longing's strength.
 
 What does make you present
 is the ardent detour
 that a slow tenderness
 traces in my blood.
 
 I do not need
 to see you appear;
 being born sufficed for me
 to lose you a little less.
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