Just an eye, not even a second.
Snap. No more emptiness,
Shot. Quickly, before it
Dries, years don't cease,
They disappear.
What a happy bunch standing here.
All wearing peculiar
Smiles. Happiness
So packed in fear.
Simply glossy
A slice of paper,
Tucked away
Into some
Fake-ass
Mahogany
Frame. Just
Sitting still.
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