your life is like
a moving picture;
you watch the people go
they walk off as the film rolls.
in between
the lens and light
only dust lit up by afternoon.
movies don't last,
so neither will we,
but I'd bet you turn your life
into art
to be remembered,
and live that way.
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Author:
𝓱𝓪𝔂𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i finished Misery by Stephen King, i really liked it. I'm so sad that Monday is coming.
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