FILL MY CAMERA
It takes such a position that you twist
your neck to crane for : go ahead, fill
my with fury. Your streetside pose and
your justified earrings. I can read your
eyes like I sing your song. This is really
love then, Bronte. You walk down this
street with a steady gaze, past every
window I've ever seen and I've just now
realized the reflection I've always
been seeking, yes, is yours.
Fill my camera,
now.
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