MY BRIEF SOLILOQUY
Just a few, just a few, I'm standing here,
one of two. In my pockets, I hustle another
stain, only to realize I'm sickened by the
death of another member. The cavalier
rifleman glances over, and slowly, so
slowly, the applause starts spreading.
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I look away, into the shade the stage curtain
throws, and try finding a set of eyes that do
not move. Only there, only there would I
find my soulmate; the one who listens and
knows. Now, my well-used songbooks
are all caked with blood. The mad
mob is moving again.
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