Speak to me
from your hand, I said
and nothing else will matter.
With the lights on
while I look over my shoulder.
The smell of the greasepaint
and the roar of the crowd
remind me of everything
I have lost.
Taste my tears
and live now.
Surely your words
dissappear in the wind.
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