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Death is a cloud A familiar feeling - the haze Or bubble that keeps you within Floating around in autopilot. Like a West End actor, It’s something you’ve rehearsed. That’s why you don’t crash, Or mess up your lines. Meaningful greeting during the mâtiné Thanking people, for paying their dues and watching the show. An inverted soliloquy I preform - but not of my own thoughts just the script. We’ve played this scene before To be or not to be Not, the practiced path.
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Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 11:19 AM UTC
Weak in your light
Death is a cloud A familiar feeling - the haze Or bubble that keeps you within Floating around in autopilot. Like a West End actor, It’s something you’ve rehearsed. That’s why you don’t crash, Or mess up your lines. Meaningful greeting during the mâtiné Thanking people, for paying their dues and watching the show. An inverted soliloquy I preform - but not of my own thoughts just the script. We’ve played this scene before To be or not to be Not, the practiced path.
I’ve been to a lot of funerals. This isn’t my favourite; but I needed to get it out there and over it.
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Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 11:19 AM UTC
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