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Photographs

Saved by the fall to the
ending you wanted
and take all these
photograph memories.

Your empty soul is vivid
black against white doves
of red-scarlet
screaming tangible proof
of the negative picture.

Brought to a climactic stop
and then fly with the broken wings
that I've been left with.

Carry me over the edge
to the flash of shadowy nothing
with arms empty of faked poses
and painted scenes.

Now crash silently weeping
tears of sunlight erased
with those camera shot memories
that are scattered and burning and drifting
away.





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