Every night
when I get beneath those
white-out lights and
speak
A little piece of me melts into you
dances through the air
purple
like auras
becoming one
if only for a moment, and then
I step off the stage
Applause rattles low into the hum
of tomorrow
and what is left
but whatever has been revealed?
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