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”One hour to curtains.”
Performers are costumed. Their faces are painted.
I am a performer.
9 years 10 months ago
Waterfalls soothe the reservoir
Of feelings
Clouding my heart
The impoundment of anguish
9 years 10 months ago
I hear the battle cry
Sounding
In the distance.
Or is it
The crying
Of the
Solider
9 years 10 months ago
Curtain?
What curtain?
My face screams agony wherever I wander
Between the lines of a soft smile
9 years 10 months ago