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unfinished performance

humming and 

i wish

the world weren’t 

so silent

if 

i had a chance to

hold the music again

i wouldn’t let it slip through my fingers


oh you made me a sculpture

the parts you carved out 

a hollow ache

but some new shapes

i’ve learned to love,

do you know how many

cracking wrists

i’ve paid to 

write this symphony of 

clinking glass tears

and frozen windchimes


oh you made me a performer

pretty surface of fake smiles

i acted and 

acted and 

acted

until 

i didn’t

until 

the show was 

me and

 i was the show and

the world seemed to be watching 

with vinegar eyes

is it stage call yet?

is it over?

is it over?


oh you made me a daughter

a halfgirl of halfdreams

walking on stairs missing steps

and searching for the soul

she was promised

future is on the horizon

beautiful but forever

retreating

a sunlit decrescendo

into the 

quiet distance

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