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    ~~~~~~~~~~~~ a meditation on form and obsession ~~~~~~~~~~~~
    

When scents unlock the years, I know the fast The photographs grow sepia lingers in the refined And what returns now will always mind Though stories retold change through the contrast We learn to let the touch recalls the lost find When scents unlock the years, I know the fast What seems so contrast might come to outcast And every stories retold change will returns and behind And what returns now will always mind The fast holds more than meets the eye While something lingers in the mind When scents unlock the years, I know the fast We cannot know how contrast will try To shape what returns beneath the refined And what returns now will always mind So when the scents unlock the years lingers by And photographs grow sepia returns in the find When scents unlock the years, I know the fast And what returns now will always mind