Movie Magic

We were waiting for the daybreak.

What some would call a sign.

Up all night for just one more take.

The show was on the line.

We were well fed, fat and tragic.

The directors name was on the chair.

They were making movie magic.

No cut, no wrap, no care.

It ended like a whisper.

Then we just drove away.

The air was cool and crisper.

And the Starlet had her say.

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