"Hurry hurry, it's almost time for pictures"
People gathered together like a scripture
Mashed tightly, everyone snickers,
"Smile" as they do, their voice joyed whispers
The touch of the skin, breathing, sound loud.
Linked hands, ringing and dizzied, smilies allowed,
The patience to stillness— was a facade
And all they could do was smile and nod.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that I've written about all different things. Breakups, loss of people, death, anger, etc. Moved to ao3
