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Apr 2016
The curtains closed
and the stage became a cavern
Darkness hid jagged edges
with burned out spotlights
While exit doors
were neither right or left
and only the faint applause
of the audience
in the theater next door
reminded him,
how alone
he really was
Stephan
Written by
Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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