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Oct 2016 · 253
Dear Performer
JAC Oct 2016
The white noise burst of a microphone dropped
As the last tear left, befalls
The audience stunned, silence, deafened
By the echoes within those walls.
With heart in hand and hand in heart
One feigns a mourning air
While bleakly scream, do we inside,
"None were ever there".

— The End —