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Summer's End

My last day offstage
and it is raining
knocking on my window
"Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. . ."
Taunting? Warning? Merely saying?

Warning, I believe
Warning that I must soak this day in
Let solitude creep into my blood
Before I must return to them
to critics and awkwardness
to being a ghost
among people who know me





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