"Could she flicker any quicker? I miss her...my Polaroid picture. In a flash she developed into someone I cared about, enveloping my attention's whereabouts. Unlike the rest, she possessed specialness in rare amounts. However, it became clear that without a doubt the film would run out. As the snapshots fade and the memories are played, it all appears like a movie blinking profusely. Could she flicker any quicker?"
-A. Lewis
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