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Oct 2020
what
hangs up high
upon
this wall
a photograph of you
so big and tall
inside of
the
picture frame
i look through
and
there
i can hear your voice call
thus
four lines to make a square
hello
are you still there
let me hold
your photograph
in the air
so i can
look at you
again...again
i swear
Written by
Stu Harley
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