Friday, June 14, 2013

Souvenir


When you leave a place,
you take something with you,
a piece of it, a souvenir,
to remind you to remember.

 When you look at it and reminisce,
what you really miss,
is not the place, but the piece of you,
that you gave in exchange.

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