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   I prefer honey at dusk;

       they say is soothes a sore throat,

     but I just like to gag on syrupy sweet flashbacks.



         Fast forward. Play. Pause.

         Rewind. Stop.



  I can’t annul a life.

No matter how many times I try to start over,

       the images always stop at the same place

   with a different setting.



        Play.



My blistered thumbs are proof of my search

      for something,

  anything to prove he loves me,

regardless if the circumstances.



    But the film always runs out

when the good part begins.  



        Stop.



  I’ll watch all night,

pressing buttons until time reveals the surprise ending.



      It’s going to be another mocha latte sunrise.



        Rewind.