You steal kisses from my lips.
Like souvenirs.
Of a new place you’re almost finished exploring.
How fond you are of our adventure, that you take pieces of me with you.
To remember me by.
A place you want to visit in your memories.
But not a place you want to stay.
Please stop.
Before there’s nothing beautiful left of me here.

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