I focused my sharp lens
on your lovely image
My shuttered mind
snapped in ecstasy
The brilliant flash
captured your frame,
then I recoiled
as the image developed
into a grainy shroud,
but a duplicate
of the lovely parts
sketched in my mind
Through the delible lines
and the pixelated dots,
the deep imprint
of an endeared hand
that had stenciled
over your warm heart
his pen-pricked signature
Still, I brandished the negative
with its dark contours,
and the unfiltered light
that jaded my dreams,
tracing the smooth curves,
caressing the tight grooves
of a still life form,
whose heart had been stolen
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