hidden in the back
of an old notebook
A typewritten note
and a hand drawn ghost
keep it company
Four photos of us
Here the text breaks
The rest of the words
were lost
and the idea
could not be saved
So now I muse
on us and then
Everything has changed
and we have stayed
the same
Such a lie
Everything has changed
and so have we
Only
those moments remain
frozen in their perfection
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