Words are muttered
Echoes in the hall
Observations of her attire and her throat
She is alone
Staged
Flattened in a spotlight
But beaming as well
It's like heaven pulsing with hell
Sweat and anxiety
Good and bad
As she prepares to share
The only thing she's ever had
She parts her lips
Embraces the tremble before time goes deaf
Remembering the treble
Of her songs clef
She takes a deep breath
The Audience echoes with doubt
She takes a deep breath
And a story comes out















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