the photo
albums
are no answer.
they only add
more mystery
to what
life
went on.
what deception, or truth
lay
between
the pages of rarely
viewed
but yellow tinged
pictures.
how neatly though
they
are taped and glued
upon
the black
paper between hard
covers.
labeled with names and dates.
somewhere in there
is me.
somewhere
in there
is you.
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