not even the claustrophobic
dark of theater seating
nor the silky gnawing
of a butterscotch
biting at the back of my throat
could peel my mind away.
would you believe me
if I told you they sang their soul
into the blackened stage
and bought in that moment
the night?
dark of theater seating
nor the silky gnawing
of a butterscotch
biting at the back of my throat
could peel my mind away.
would you believe me
if I told you they sang their soul
into the blackened stage
and bought in that moment
the night?
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