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sometimes when the quiet,

the world, and everything around

shuts off/settles down, children's laughter

the only remaining sound

of choreographed home movies

and elementary school plays

recorded on tape ripped vhs days

looping infinitesimally in my brain

but each face, gets lost in

gritty, day to day, film grain

and I dont even remember

my part, or anything i had to say

there was something, the script was mine

yet i cant recall, a single line

just the laughter of children around

but i cant remember the sound

of my name,

the most important thing that

i forgot how to

say