PHOTOGRAPHS
Hidden from the world, And the people out there. Somewhere in corner, Into a folder in there. Lies, your photographs. Into the folder, Are some rare pictures, Stolen images, Smuggled display pictures. Yeah, those are, your photographs. Whenever I feel low, Or excited about something. I opened the folder, And told them everything. Then feel proud of it, I'm a silly being! All thanks, to your photographs. Many times you smiled, Or frowned for me. Gave me advises, or Told, Let it be! You lived in there, In your photographs. Though I wished you presence, You want my absence. And if that makes you happy, I'll miss your presence. But, I'll live you, in your photographs. I'll love you, in your photographs.

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