Polaroid Expired
Your memory is
like an expired polaroid
film - I still keep it
as though it would be
the most precious treasure of
mine, yet I am
aware of the truth:
till I walk this earth I will
never take a look at it.
Copyright © Diana Bosa | Year Posted 2017
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