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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.

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Jun 2, 2024

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Notes: Someone said to me: ‘The Dance of Jealousy’

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