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I see her take test shots of a sunset so perfect it could of been painted by the girl she is about immortalize in film And I wonder if this is what she planed A fast food servant at Jimmy John's Photography on the side and of what A high school senior's face Is this where she imagined Her college diploma would take her To take photograph after photograph of an awkwardly posed girl This is her Art And I wonder if this is how she wants to express it I look at that warm purple, red, orange, and yellowed sky It could have been a water colored painting it was so stunning My sister came out to the yard A multi-acre pasture Some clicks later and my sister's photo-shoot ends I wonder if I will end up like my Cousin Emilee A slave to a fast food chain. Will I write poetry After my shift at some random fast food place Desperately trying to pay rent All the while making sure I can get to the next open mic night Waiting for a break I may never get Is this meant to be my fate I wonder if when I am looking at my cousin Emilee if I am glancing my own future
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
My Cousin Emilee
I see her take test shots of a sunset so perfect it could of been painted by the girl she is about immortalize in film And I wonder if this is what she planed A fast food servant at Jimmy John's Photography on the side and of what A high school senior's face Is this where she imagined Her college diploma would take her To take photograph after photograph of an awkwardly posed girl This is her Art And I wonder if this is how she wants to express it I look at that warm purple, red, orange, and yellowed sky It could have been a water colored painting it was so stunning My sister came out to the yard A multi-acre pasture Some clicks later and my sister's photo-shoot ends I wonder if I will end up like my Cousin Emilee A slave to a fast food chain. Will I write poetry After my shift at some random fast food place Desperately trying to pay rent All the while making sure I can get to the next open mic night Waiting for a break I may never get Is this meant to be my fate I wonder if when I am looking at my cousin Emilee if I am glancing my own future
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 9:30 PM UTC
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