Group Collective II - No longer in use 
100ThemesChallenge - MemoryFixed, like a photograph; in the one I kept of you, you are hiding your face and that's good because somewhere you are moving, your lips get themselves round words, ordering latte or a cocktail, kissing. Everything we've done, you are repeating somewhere. You are the Orinoco flowing between two points, the points are nowhere near me. You're moving on, you are moving and there is sense of direction in each day for you.
I've nothing. I have nothing because the things I have are straight and square, and your life curves, it streams, it curls like smoke, it swirls like cream in coffee. Sometimes I pretend that I stand my lips between you and you 100ThemesChallenge - Memory by ~Tohroe
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