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Jun 2019
A shutter clicks in flashing colors,
recording the imaginary.

The wheezing voice of tales unfolding,
now hoarse from an endless retelling.

Capture what we can't remember,
make up everything that's left.

A faint, but echoed, call to arms
that no on hears on set
Written by
Matt Bernstein  30/M/Atlanta
(30/M/Atlanta)   
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