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Wrapped between tired fingers Carrying our history

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Wrapped between tired fingers Carrying our history Within your torn corners, The faded spots shimmering With unbroken promises To stories of their own.

Moving figures stand motionless Shadows to their former selves Unafraid of time imminent Sweeping away all in its way Preserving each moment As if the last.

Nervous smiles stare back From our youthful versions Filtering out anything hidden With a practised rigour Used to disguising reality From paper-based eternity.

Too familiar with the dark The bounced light beams Off your dust-coated resin Breathing a life of its own, The colours inviting me in To a simpler world.

A world where smiles reside In faces that don’t anymore A world where things lost Have a way of being found A world where to love someone Meant something different A world I once called my own.

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