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Yearbook

Flip and flip again
pages edged and new,
pictures already outdated because
people have gone, or come,
or died. Black and white photographs
of people smiling, looking their best, worst.
Snap-flash…the moment frozen inside
monochrome timepieces that have no face
and no hands. Crazy book
that reminds, as though I needed it
to remember her hair and her eyes.

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