Wrong.

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The seemingly endless film

Reels and reels of black tape

A repetition

But White Lady I yearn for you

Because nothing has ever felt so real

Throws of passion naught compare to the joy when I laid my eyes on you

And this is my demise

My ending

My finishing.

For that means I am in the wrong play.

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