You blister in
the bed of memory,
the world actors create; real, whole,
a plotting of dreams. Your character
sings from gramophones of the soul
as your skin shrivels, cracks, falls away
to reveal the role beneath the role.
the world actors create; real, whole,
a plotting of dreams. Your character
sings from gramophones of the soul
as your skin shrivels, cracks, falls away
to reveal the role beneath the role.
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