.Iâm drowning in a curtain call thatâs aimed above my head and my bow is just acquiescence to the arc of their intent.Drafted as a stand-in because my cold and distant face is a dead ringer for the ghost who is still starring in the play every night.I say sorry to your costume that Iâm still we.
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