Death by Photography

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Goes the 35mm the light is blinding as you look at and smile, I do.
Your lovely red hair is etched on my brain and you eyes are a thing of beauty. So sweet but so taken, such a shame.

One foot in front of the other and I'm home again, relax and hear the deafening voice in my ear. He apologizes so I tell him its ok but all I can think about is you, aha such as life ey then a sweet sigh parts from my lips.

My eyes struggle to open as the golden sun bleached my bedroom and all I can look forward to is another day without you, such fun.
Once again one foot in front of the other I look up and catch a glance of you and the lad and as you smile, I do.

I mutter 'fuck it' and stagger on and think about leaving this world for another, like so many others have, they would love me and my work, they would even write a book about me called 'Death By Photography' and for one second I would be the only one who matters, such as life ey.