Photographs
So, when do photographs become memories?
When the bulb flashes or when ink fades to sepia?
Time is accused of causing the most painful of injuries,
so, when do photographs become memories?
Nostalgic talk turns forgotten pasts into melodies,
folklores and magics transform us into a long-lost year.
So, when do photographs become memories?
When the bulb flashes or when ink fades to sepia?
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