My Camera Always Lies
Flipping through the pictures
Memories on display
Radiant recollections of the forgotten
A shrine to the past
Pain in absentia
A domain for delirium
Not existing in the real world
A masquerade, a façade
I yearn to be like the pictures
Behind the cheap plastic screen
To live inside
Impossible
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