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February 20, 2022 / barton smock

(words toward Igor Legarreta’s film ‘All The Moons’

After watching Igor Legarreta's All The Moons, a film that lands a star somewhere near Let The Right One In and You Won't Be Alone, where those of a forced immortality are made to ask for permission to be eternal, I wrote a few lines in a notebook:

I healed myself with the knowledge that there was no cure for my ghost. 
Before I knew it, my childhood was older than me.
I am the only one who feels that you've been here before.
You sound invisible. 

I don't know, brother, sister, you. Death is the longest read, and war a cheap bookend. See the film. Love the sick. I'll lose the notebook.

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