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I used to have my very own polaroid camera It was pale yellow, My favorite colour at the time I loved it. When I first got it, It came everywhere with me School, bike rides, parties Everywhere
A background noise A slight ringing in your ears Just enough to be annoying But not enough to keep your attention.   Today I decided to climb up the shelves in the closet in your bedroom
A woman's bare white legs, Cut off just above the knee, The shine of her patent heels, the allure Of the unseen. A telephone-- The old-fashioned kind-- Dropped in from the top edge of the frame.
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