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May 2013
dreaming
you wore my jeans
we laughed at tourists
i shot
your every move
with my camera
looking at travel brochures
burnt fig icecream
first coffee date
water's edge
you stabbed me
with your spoon
i floated
out to sea
Written by
Cassandra
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