98 Pictures

98 Pictures

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I have 98 pictures of you in the hidden folders

And trillions more in my head

Stringing together into the best, vivid scenes of my life,

You'd want me to shut up about instead.


Could one ever love the sound of an echo

That doesn't scream back to them,

Could one ever wait calmly for a past minute 

To turn around and make them live again?


But no matter what,

That minute shall pass, 

If ever it came back,

And I'd die again.

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