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Cinematic
it began with a close-up
lust licking every frame,
your lens loved my face
before I knew your name
I'm lost in your B-movie
my left profile badly lit,
direction hit and miss
script lacking any wit
zooming like a vampire
you pan along my fears,
cinema verite in spades
the denouement nears
you loved yelling: "Cut!
this reel will be your last",
...Wednesday 25th November 2020 10:57 am
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