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chemicals
harsh and cold
cling to my skin
burning holes to my core
this feeling lasts forever
I thought I was almost done waiting
we never had a photo to crumple in my hands
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Broken Photogram
AGirlandTheWind
Summary:
The 4th poem in the darkroom collection and a sequel to Photogram.
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- Inspired by Photogram by AGirlandTheWind
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