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Exit, Stage Left

I pace.
My mind, my feet
Back and forth, back and-
wait, is that his voice?
The lights down low, enough to see
everything I don't want to.
Cue lights, stage right, curtain up,
Here I go
flash a smile, convice them all!
Convince yourself,
yeah, you're alright.
Walk off stage, but,
my act never ends.
I turn a blind eye to the truth and
keep the charade
Because the best actors
don't act on a stage.





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