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.
May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
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.
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