Newly Developed Film

I looked down

 

And I saw that girl was me

Then,

Light-hearted

Flittering,

 

I didn’t know important things.

(You still don’t.)

 

Fixing my hair and trying on clothes

(You do that too.)

 

But now when I smile,

I am not so radiant.

 

I'm a photo matte finish

in a 1940s film

 

and my eyes no longer twinkle

like the twinkle of a gem 

 

 

The End

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