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These three images of me

in black and white

on a thin matt strip

made in a whirring, clanking

photo booth



“I love you”

on a placard-

my cheeky smile above

framed by lovely

old fashioned, grainy lines 




in the same deliberately

awkward texta

with my finger raised coyly

yo my mouth

in mock thought




with bared teeth in

a lopsided happy grimace,

one fist full of black

(but really red) hair

but doesn’t say



“You are exquisite”

or show how irresistibly your

smile makes me smile

when beneath your

knowing, playful gaze

I develop. 

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