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Your husband left you almost four years ago. And you’ve been waiting for him all this time. You thought he was going to come back, But he deceived you and committed bigamy.  
We communicate on social media. I send you my pictures and you send me yours. Miss Yen, do you love me? “Yes, I do love you.” I knew it, Miss Yen. “What do you mean by you knew it?”  
Saturday morning we set out for St. James There was a thick fog in the valley at 10 a.m. We barely made it past the climbing lane The radiator in the old Nissan van overheated We halted on the north coast highway
It’s been ages since we decided to live apart I want to hold your hip and kiss your lips Please return to me, my sweet little princess Darling, it’d be so good to have you back .
It Has Been Said That... " Words Paint Pictures "... Well CERTAIN Pictures Reflect FACTS... But CERTAIN Numbers Make Me Wonder... What's The Deal Are These Figures... REAL... ???
Monastery monochrome, boom balloon machine, and oh, diamond rings and gutter bones. Marching up some mountain, with our aching planning.
Kind faces smiling, Nodding politely at words They don’t seem to understand,   Show me pictures Showing the richness Of a faraway distant land,   Multicoloured motor cars,
What I’m Not September 13, 2018 ~ Thursday There’s music in the hills Sounds of song on their backs, fronts, and sides That which I’ve never heard
Every time you tag me in a post I want to rip out my eyes. You always take pictures which is great when those pictures aren't of me. You see, when I see a picture of myself
they say a picture is worth a thousand words if that is true, then your smile is worth an infinite amount more than the stars that gleam in the night, like a beacon for the moon your smile is my light.    
Click “ON”   A clickKk A Snap! A little twist in just the right place   If a picture paints a thousand words
Click, snap, image captured Edit, draw, redirected Delete, delete Photo recaptured Upload now, photo posted This is me #nomakeup Eyes of slivers, wrinkles, dried tears This is I #nofilter
I am a wanderer I allow myself to explore the outer reaches of my mind and world
  Memories are a part of me, They drift apart from me. So many thoughts, just like my old matchbox cars, Simpler times---remember pogo sticks and toy guns,
Who am I behind the camera lens?  I constantly take pictures with my friends. Everyone that looks at my Instagram  thinks I'm going ham.
Me and Instagram we go back and forth like a pendulum
When I take pictures, I want them to be me. No hidden faults, no dumb deceits.   When I take pictures, I show the way I feel. I am a human being, Unlike pictures, I am real.  
A poem inspired the Funerary Stele of Zezen-Nakhet
I think it sucks that we only have mirrors and pictures and selfies to see who we are. To see the light manifest itself in a way that shapes the reflection of our bodies and our scars and the things that scare us.
Pictures are memories Not to erase Pictures are memories Not disgrace Look them often Whether good or bad Because pictures of memories Might be all you have
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