POLAROID (Postcard Poetry)

Inside a library book

A diminishing Polaroid

Colors fading

Images mere whispers

The faceless man

Sits on a ghost of the bed

Enters my mind

and pulls up prose.

For a brief second time

The moment is defined.

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