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Wash them back

Frameless picture line the walls
Only memories
My finger glides across their dust coated paper

I return the next day
Picture frames in one hand
Duster in the other

I wipe away the gray dust
Gray as your eyes were

I see the brightness
Your smile
Smiling right at me





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