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After I finished, you stayed:
the darkening room a mess;
coiled heaps of celluloid
unspooled, and you scooped me up
unspliced and uncut; labelled 
each canister, carefully.
While you thought I slept, I watched
myself replayed and wept.

Published in Other Poetry, Series 4 no. 4

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