we used
to be
tourists
in our
own city
we would
go to the
art gallery
and whisper about
impressionism
you would
hold my hand
as we walked
through gift shops
we would laugh
at over crowded
hiking
trails
everything
was lovely
we desired
to see
new things
in the old
we loved
each other
so well
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
we used
to be
tourists
in our
own city
we would
go to the
art gallery
and whisper about
impressionism
you would
hold my hand
as we walked
through gift shops
we would laugh
at over crowded
hiking
trails
everything
was lovely
we desired
to see
new things
in the old
we loved
each other
so well
i love you so much
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