Sunday, July 5, 2009

Day 11.

Looking forward,
I see my past
A picture show
that never lasts.

Unedited
In black and white,
Smiles forced
My words contrite.

Encounters all
so choreographed,
lines rehearsed
But the story daft.

Scenes are short
and sets are cheap.
and dreams are scripted
while I sleep.

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