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Dec 2015
Through this lens, I look at a flower
Magenta in colour.
Snap.
Further along the flowerbed, I see a red rose,
Its petals immaculate.
Snap.
As the Canon focuses,
As each pixel becomes clearer and more vivid,
And colours more vibrant, I
Snap, snap, snap.
Through my lens, I turn the camera and
Observe your ****** expression;
What do I see?
Snap.
Nahal
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