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Feb 2016
Waves of flames playing the end of pier,
defying choking smoke. Starring in
a dramatic end of show, the ghosts
of bright theatre lights and magic nights.

Last chance performance before the
blackened bones of my childhood stand
empty as salty seaside shells.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
832
   --- and DivineDao
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