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I am being lost 
in my photos.

In one
I do not have my smile
In another
My face is not mine
The hair looks messy
No one had told me before-
The beauty of my form 
Didn't come out fully
Enough, enough
Ready, ready-
No one invoked, even once
To sweetly smile.

 In the photo 
That came into our hands
Earlier than usual
Though many came out well
I was not there.
Whoever be the one
leaning on someone, 
Smiling, 
It is not me.