I have my life
strewn across the bed
in pictures
held still in time
with the corners
dog-eared as if
they could stop
the past from
overflowing
at the edges.
We hold a smile
in every photo
just for the photo
and we'd then disappear
into the background
and frown
and sneer for
no one to see
but ourselves.
Now I have these photos
which bore no truth
but only illusion
where neither you
nor I knew we created
but now it's clear
that we lied
to each other so much
that it came out in photos
piercing like fire.
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