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Mar 2012
My head plays like a movie reel
  Projected amongst my eyes
Every ounce of static and imperfection
   Surrender to film from all sides
  The scars from the tape relay my vision
  I blink and hear the shutter on screen
  My head plays like a movie reel
As I plan for my Final scene
Paul Rousseau
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Paul Rousseau
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   Anna Sandberg
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