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Oct 2021
Eyes snap like Polaroid:
that memory is captured
flat
so superficially it holds truths

but look more carefully at those colours
and the tunes they sing,
they make you think
something

something close to fingertips
on glossed pages
where other people's lives live
and mean little

but this is yours, ours,
and Iā€™m holding the hours
holding on and shaking
Dave Robertson
Written by
Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
(46/M/UK)   
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     vb, Cody Smith and Wk kortas
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