Friend Types
john clare
In tin type time
we stroll again
Forever friends
Till our end
Remembered
Long beyond
The silvers spent
The plate
Broken
The emulsion
Washed
The lens
Capped
The black
Shroud draping
The bellows
Of the Wooden
Box that stored
The light
Revealing us
In our stroll
Through the
Moment in our
Time.
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