all the scenes all the screams
still fresh like a play on repeat
the quivering whispers the silent pleads
the fold that covered the eyes beneath
the audience gasp as the plot proceeds
excited to see the protagonist scheme
but little they knew she forgot the script
and left the theatre that midnight brings
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- Comment from author about the poem: its hard being the audience of your own movie isn\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'t it?
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