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Picture Perfect Polaroid

Picture Perfect Polaroid

With its glossy white frames

Memories are captured much to a match striking flame


Shutter and flashes

There’s a subtle burning of ashes

Everything is caught up in a blaze

The moments saturated on a little white page


As time passes

Those inferno, orange rays

Start to see their final days

What was once a mint condition memory

Fades out of vision, slowly forgotten

Unreliable


My Picture Perfect Polaroid’s are now captured without a camera

They are the thoughts in my brain, the feeling of pain, the joy of dancing in the rain

I rely on myself

I don’t depend on an object to bring light into my life

No match or picture frame.


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