When she squints and waves
Raise your hand, be polite but
Hide your face from it
How does it work?
Short, sharp, and full of tension. You captured an entire emotional moment with just a few words, that’s real poetic skill.
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Short, sharp, and full of tension. You captured an entire emotional moment with just a few words, that’s real poetic skill.