Picture of Memory

He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....

Photographs by Darem Placer

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4 A.M.


it’s 4 a.m. and still can’t sleep
i look out my window
saw a plane passed by the moon

it’s dark inside but cold outside
think about a love so true
that fades away with time

filled with emptiness as i shiver
just outside, the walls of dreams collapsed

it’s 4 a.m.

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