In Photos
Folded, creased,
a line down the middle divides us,
tattered edges,
not in colour,
nor black and white,
old but not dated,
on display,
in a window,
we fade in memory as we lose our fight with the sun.
Copyright © Gary Gene Linney | Year Posted 2015
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