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Feb 2016
i have perfected
the art of acting

now my audience
is absent

i'm alone
with my reflection

it stares at me
with empty eyes

it leaves me
with no direction

- cut
absinthe
Written by
absinthe
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   PoetryJournal and Tark Wain
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