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The Singer

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Standing in front of the crowd,
singing her heart out.
She’s done it so many times before,
Just
Singing…


Singing…



Singing…

The show ends,
the lights dim.
Then spinning and twirling,
suddenly it all stops.
She’s still,
black,
motionless.
There she’ll stand ‘til
the next open mike night.





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