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Photos Faded
Nov 17, 2020
Our book is full of faces,
tight jaws and pursed eyes,
raised teeth and slack ears.
So many forgotten lives
between these pages; vibrant
otherwise in the halon
flash of instantaneous.
They drove different cars
and different clothes, stood
before different doors,
linked by hands, shared skin,
except the last, to grasp blindly at air
searching for the next seed
of infinity to be forgotten.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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