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Mar 2020
Prep.
Weight on my back foot.
Leap.

The sound of the final chord rang out around me.

Silence.

All I could hear was silence.

As though the room was empty and I,
I was its only subject.

With a stillness in my heart I stood,
took my bow,
and left.
Violet Smithe
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Violet Smithe  21/F
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