The man at the studio doesn't like us
we aren't pretty as the teens
not dazzling like the newly weds
our faces are pretty grim
smiles are once a river
foreheads dry riverbeds
eyes hold no commotion
but he does it for money
and winds up quick.
We walk to the river
where under the grey February sky
she plays with our reflections
babbling and breaking us
into unreadable pieces.
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
The man at the studio doesn't like us
we aren't pretty as the teens
not dazzling like the newly weds
our faces are pretty grim
smiles are once a river
foreheads dry riverbeds
eyes hold no commotion
but he does it for money
and winds up quick.
We walk to the river
where under the grey February sky
she plays with our reflections
babbling and breaking us
into unreadable pieces.
February 16, 2.30 pm
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