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Hurry up and kiss me. I want you to remember me. I want to make a memory. Hurry, kiss me, not with the passion of poems where you carry me to bed, to a desperate future of things we never said. The future that lives in your head begins when you kiss me. Hurry, close your eyes to the things you work hard for, to endless wanting, to more of more. Kiss me and let go that future of lies. Hurry, kiss me now, brush your lips against wherever and make the moment last, but not forever. Kiss me in this moment so we will have a past. Your body will remember me. I want to make a memory. ~XineAnn |