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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Get Out!


staying in a room with nothing but lies where i want to see the light and hear no lies, so say what you want about me but i won't face the facts that you're not myself, you're just someone bugging me 'bout life, 'bout time, 'bout change, 'bout love, 'bout me 'bout ahh...

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