This is the story of the immortal yearbook...
This is the story of the immortal yearbook,
of a page worn through,
of a single picture that will never be made anew.
Dirt
will
tumble
and
petals shall
fall,
and sad sorrow seems to slowly seep,
Around her permanent stall.
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