Corrosion of the Silver Screen

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A film reel plays our first night
in the theater of my mind.

I have watched
as my twelve steps from car to porch
turned strangers to lovers---
Movie Magic.

These scenes are not for the masses.
No 90 minute release cut exists...
A lost film for a lost love;

I never liked the ending.

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