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Roneo and Juliet

We met in the
Xerox copy shop,
each looking for
enlargements. 
Her face
was my type
and I hoped she might
duplicate
my feelings,
but while I had it down
in black and white
it soon became transparent
she brought only
a handful of
negatives, 

so seeing
there could be no
developments
I left,
wondering if
some day her
prints will come
prints will come
prints will come
prints will come
prints will come