Newly Developed Film

I looked down


And I saw that girl was me





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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