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She captures scenes
and emotions.
She captures beauty,
and if it is absent,
she tries turning
nightmares
into daydreams.
She captures pictures
and beauty.
Somehow, she's also
worth being in one's camera.
She can be still and unmoved,
waiting to be captured.
She can be in rage and blue,
waiting to be saved.
Some people don't take her
in their lenses,
but he did.
Covered by the camera
is his face,
and she caught him
capturing her view.
She stood there,
still and unmoved.
Captured.
She covered her face
with her camera, too,
waiting for him to put
his camera down,
'cause she knows
he
will make
a
good
picture.
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Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
