I live in this box
this very dull, black and white box
its grays are very demanding
and it whites are vagrant and disappearing.
As I linger on this page and in your memory,
I strive to stay alive and make you feel me,
to make my scent relevant once more.
To live in something other than your gray box.
I want to be more than this memory,
more than this taste of the past,
more than a photograph.
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