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Apr 2015
There are no pictures of us.
Hushed meetings,
rushed moments fleeting,
our kisses stolen, quickly so as not to be
seen. There can be no souvenirs he says.

I think of tourists,
who captured us,
by mistake- and
I wonder if they kept them
A faint blur, an embrace, just.. something.
Melissa
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