A Warranty on Memory MAG

July 6, 2009
By quantumangel GOLD, South Setauket, New York
quantumangel GOLD, South Setauket, New York
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I learned too early,
Too late,
That the only memories preserved
Are in the cold, hard,
Carefully calculated
Pixels
Of the digital age.
That's why,
When I was close to turning fifteen,
A year where one should gaze forward,
Not back,
I asked my mom for a camera.
She never inquired,
But I'm sure she noticed
In my fluctuating hazel eyes,
A longing
For something that couldn't be forgotten,
Replaced,
Taken away.
My camera became a warranty on memory.



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on Aug. 30 2009 at 7:31 pm
Jesssssssss BRONZE, Sunnyside, Washington
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this is so, wow! i love it!


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