History
Photogenic spaces in the midst of our memory
Moments never captured
By the stardust of time
Quick glances
And soft smiles
Compliments left unsaid
Love left on the shelf
All the bits that matter in life
Will crumble into pieces
And when the wind blows
So will we
-m.c.-
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