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You told me (As I laughed at you for Your draining phone memory) That you have 7,936 images Because you photograph everything You fear losing.                             I can't help but notice                             In all our 2,190 days                             You never took a photo of me,                             Once;                             I suppose there isn't room                             In your memory                             For me.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
Memory
You told me (As I laughed at you for Your draining phone memory) That you have 7,936 images Because you photograph everything You fear losing.                             I can't help but notice                             In all our 2,190 days                             You never took a photo of me,                             Once;                             I suppose there isn't room                             In your memory                             For me.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
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