I was looking through old photographs, and I came across your poetic face.
I sat there with that picture we took on one of our happiest days.
Who knew photographs of happy days could hurt so much?
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PoetryWhen the sun sets and they can't see me, can they hear me? * * || "Poetry" by an invisible girl. || * * * Highest Ranks: #6 in poetry [8/26/20] #11 in poetry [3/10/17] #10 in poems [12/23/2022] * * *Art posted in this book is drawn by me, they shou...
