Her mind is a lens of a camera;
trying to focus on a beam of
e l e c t r o n s ,
but failing miserably because she is
still stuck on the last photo.
As she blinks, her eyes become
the camera's shutter and then she
s t o p (s) .
She wants to capture
the photo in black and white,
because she wishes that was
h e r l i f e.
-Dragonette
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pride
PoetryAnd when she stood, she stood tall. She'll make a fool of you all. -u.k. (Non-Fiction: #28 Poetry: #74)
