A short poem
When the world is over.
A captured moment, kodak flash
Smile for the camera, but just don't be so fake.
Development, poisionus acid
Spill this all over the floor.
Place the film inside the slot, turn the knob
Watch as a smoother focus on life goes by.
You really should wake up and smell the fumes.
This place is so empty... really now.
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