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Jan 26
I saw a photo of you yesterday
Of granular colour
Fading fast,
Poor in quality,
Seemingly hurriedly taken
And badly processed:
It was one I'd never seen.
At first glance, I recognised you.
A second glance made me pause
As you were not quite as I now recall.
Strange, having known you so well,
That I would forget details;
Laugh lines here AND there,
The sheer whiteness of your hair.
But my memory's snapshot
Must be a composite photo of you,
A mish-mash of different times
And different moods.
But it is fading fast,
Becoming ever poorer in quality
As time passes.
Written by
   mercy party
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