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this does seem
to look like
a movie scene,
in a movie theatre,
full of viewers,
hands dug into
their popcorns,
slurping their
cola.

we were kissing,
feeling every
emotions we had,
the was cut.
flashbacks;
the friendship,
the realizations,
the love.

we had the time
of our story,
and yet
the kissing scene
wasn't the best
part,
it was the worst,
for i was to
let go of
lips and
let your hand
slip from mine,
and that was a cut.

blackout,
blackout,
blackout,
how it all ended.

—love scenario.

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