She looks at those pictures Finding them empty
Like, where is your living?
Your pages yellowing and gloomy.
They say you take pictures that reflect the soul.
Mine look like they’re out of control.
But damn, I had hoped yours could feel
Like they were something real.
Your pictures, your face, your hands are only a faded fantasy.
i love this piece!!!
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