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Apr 2014
Photos are fragments of time,
never meant to exist,
parables of the past become a talk.
Do you get the gist?

A sorrowful and joyful experience,
as you gaze at your life,
from another view.
We're all animals in a cage,
clueless and content.

In our fragile existence,
one thing is secure:
A mark in time at our final hour.
Is time meant to be shattered in this way for our own use?
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
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