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May 2021
A moment,
    life flickers
    like film
    in a reel.

    Rewound,
    frame by
    frame.

    Today,
    yesterday,
    every day.

    Happiness,
    sadness,
    every emotion
    between.

    Reel
    runs out
    cuts
    to black.
The projector dims and the lights go out.
David Naumann
Written by
David Naumann  24/M/Missouri
(24/M/Missouri)   
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