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Jun 2
Behind these doors and below
The grand stage lights,

The music spills over the seats
Like moss green and grey;

A sense of scalpel and pin
Crouches down and crawls;

Silence within.

Tapping of the foots -
Envy of oozing as if tree-roots.

Raindrops except the rain;
Audience except individuals.
Someone said to me: β€˜The Dance of Jealousy’
Written by
Joy Seowon
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     Jeremy Betts, vb and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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