The Photographer
Writing for pictures
This false reality
Commits you blind
It’s okay
We never really wanted
To see this world
This living
This heavenly prison
A crystal ball
To tease, a god
To no longer breathe
Or listen
Mission accomplished
Our days have grown tired
Our dream purges expiration
A date due of intense aggravation
World I simply wish you the best
“writing for pictures”
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