Undeveloped Film

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Sorting through my things the other day 
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I found an old film camera that I thought I'd thrown away 

But there it was covered in dust 
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I checked it and the film inside still had a few pictures left 

So I just snapped it off and then 
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I found a place on the high street that could still develop them 

I dropped them off and clean forgot, 
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It wasn't until this morning that I picked the pictures up 


                            Am 
And there before my eyes in vivid colour 
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Pictures of her stood smiling bold on the edge of a cliff by the sea 
       Am 
On the south coast somewhere, 
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Wind in her hair, wrapped against the cold 


G 
There were many other pictures in the set, 
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Most of them were taken in the first months after we met 

When we were lovers like happy drunks 
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Stumbling for each other with each step, each breath in our lungs 

Pictures of nights from soho bars 
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A weekend in the country when we borrowed my sister's car, 

Her naked, serene on a hotel bed 
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Smiling at the camera, her beauty like a word unsaid 


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And there before my eyes on the glossy paper 
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Quiet whispers of something I had lost or put aside 
        Am 
For the longest time 
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The hope that I might find some kind of peace 


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Oh oh oh where did it go go go 
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I used to know exactly where I kept it 
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There right there under the stairs oh please 
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Darling I swear swear swear that's where I left it 
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Secret little things that you keep locked away 
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In a small wooden box that you barely even mention to yourself 
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It's not exactly hope, nothing quite as simple as youth 
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Perhaps it's just a way of looking past the truth 
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We're all fading away 
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The truth I can see in the very last frame of that long lost roll of film 
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A picture of me, a young man holding a camera up to a mirror 


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And there before my eyes in that old reflection 
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A declaration bold: We won't stay gold 

All that's left of her and the rest 
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Is a small locked box of undeveloped film and photographs