Life is like electricity. One moment the eyes are lit, now, not even a flicker.
Why must , in every picture, she look so beautiful?
I don’t want to remember her beautiful.
I want to remember her ugly and decrepit.
I want to remember her wrinkly and old.
I can only remember her beautiful,
Young and Beautiful.
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