Flickr is pretty much half my day now.
my mind is filled with photographs
like my walls
i cant seem to take them down, though
and when i try to take them down
there they are, stained under the crown of my walls
and there they are underneath it all
and so i lay down, staring at the ceiling
and there they are, constellations in the stars
so i turn over onto my face and i
face the floorboards,
and i hear them creaking in the floorboards
photographs, the photographs
of you
the photographs of you
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