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Mar 2020
You gave me the camera
Gave me the album
Placed the film inside
and snapped away
Taking shot after shot
Pictures of our memories
of when we were okay
They sat in my book
Sat in my heart
Until they burned in fire
They disappeared as
quick as you had left
and I wish the fire
in my soul
would put out as
quickly too
Andreya Celeste
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Andreya Celeste  16/F/Michigan
(16/F/Michigan)   
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