A Journey Through an Old Photograph
I have this picture of you—or should I say, I own this picture of you—
that I have kept hidden in my chambers,
neither inside my diary nor within a vault,
but frozen in time within my mind.
It is both painful and lovely to watch,
my lingering feelings keeping me tied to it.
Yet, all it brings me now are memories that ache.
"You're sitting and smiling, posing for a picture,
your eyes concealed behind silver glasses.
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