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Aug 2018
She knows
How it sounds,
Her defenses,
Her script.
She gets
Where to giggle,
Where to look away.
And some days,
She longs for freedom-
For mangled lines,
And empty faces,
And shredded costumes.
But today,
She greets
Her applause
And retreats
Into darkness.
Scorpius
Written by
Scorpius  Lafayette, LA
(Lafayette, LA)   
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