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years of words on paper, meticulously folded, filed, un-forgotten, found and re-found so often as to tear the edges, smudge the ink un-escape back into, trapped on the ferris wheel of spotless rosy memory, broken-record memory, memory, memory, memorize, become words on paper words on palms words and touches and sharp intakes of breath etched and etched and etched and— now, we use disposable cameras look at what’s in front of us we’re starting to remember how
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Disposable Cameras
years of words on paper, meticulously folded, filed, un-forgotten, found and re-found so often as to tear the edges, smudge the ink un-escape back into, trapped on the ferris wheel of spotless rosy memory, broken-record memory, memory, memory, memorize, become words on paper words on palms words and touches and sharp intakes of breath etched and etched and etched and— now, we use disposable cameras look at what’s in front of us we’re starting to remember how
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
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