I remember you, somewhere along the lines.
The images of your camera which touch everything that move.
Living and frozen through you soul.
Did I lost something when I felt I’m losing you?
Every time I’m remembering those frozen touch of yours.

Those very eyes.

That carry me to some gray land.
Deserted by your beauty of memory.

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