silent sound coloring film
in my poems, sonada's
film depiction
your encouraged to lose
focus
tumble
race, give up and quit
especially quit
and the frame settles with you
about where it should be
in your life
did you buy into us
the hidden mystery
robbing you blind
in time, you may hear us
the tempos that won't shutter
we are open and the theater
wells and theater's portend to you
from before, we get to know eachother's painting in time
i ask for the silver screen and scratch, for the top
i deliver obviously for the style
for the style i died
trying to get back inside
#cinematography
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