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This Camera

Shutters abide by the half-lit cam
if it were the only clip your scene can attach.

Shutters feed from hidden numbers, you know that.
Shutters' real reel are like toes unmatched.

Shutters make itself against its other self.
Shutters paint this pain green.

Shutters' shudders' shake like shivering mono-sheeps:
when it closes and opens it scripts a clean blank screen.

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