DNA
Pictures of the past can make a lifetime last,memories taken that can never be forgotten.
A world of dreams pictured on glossy paper,
that can never be forgotten.
As long as they exist, we can see them.
Pictures fade, memories die.
The world exposes the film of the life we hold
within and blurs the line of time.
Unless we take the time to write them down
and share our reality with others.
But I remember everything and I'm still right here
making new forgetful memories.
And false promises to keep in touch with new people
we meet. Maybe their lives are too busy.
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