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This is a show off off-broadway Filled with prose and cause Complicated expositions Stranger than fiction ever was I've auditioned a cast of characters And never made the lead Odd for that on these footboards Are where they were conceived I know this part by heart Hell, I wrote the lines Seeking my Euridice, my Juliet Cursed to never find I have no faith in critics They rarely get the point And in all the marvelous performances I am still not "right" It's gone dark inside my theater now The cast and audience have all gone The curtains took their final bow I'll seek you from the balconies I've kept the ghostlight on
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Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 10:13 PM UTC
Loneliness in a Theater Metaphor
This is a show off off-broadway Filled with prose and cause Complicated expositions Stranger than fiction ever was I've auditioned a cast of characters And never made the lead Odd for that on these footboards Are where they were conceived I know this part by heart Hell, I wrote the lines Seeking my Euridice, my Juliet Cursed to never find I have no faith in critics They rarely get the point And in all the marvelous performances I am still not "right" It's gone dark inside my theater now The cast and audience have all gone The curtains took their final bow I'll seek you from the balconies I've kept the ghostlight on
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brass-knuckles-mike
37/M/American
Sep 3, 2024
Sep 3, 2024 at 10:13 PM UTC
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