A Fleeting Smile
In the pictures you see a smile,
next the filters in a pile.
Tilt the camera to add a little light-
that's it, the first picture never comes out exaclty right.
But there's a a secert unknown to evryone else,
that this girl could never quite be herself.
This smile could only last for a little while.
Without the filters there's no way to hide everything that she kept inside.
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