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PFA: Memories

The pictures keep piling on my bed,

As I try to find one amongst so many,

Which don’t have a memory attached to it.

But, with every photo I see,

I remember stories,

And the vibe,

Each moment had.

With you in the photo,

Or you behind the lens,

Capturing every bit,

For nights like this.

Nights that turn into mornings,

But stories never end,

And I find not a single photograph,

Without your memory attached to it.


words for the day

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