Challenge
Desperation
The Gravity of Her Nonreality
It was well half past the glass
when the very last bell sang
and atonal anvils fell
behind the curtain walls where
an eternal debutante
rang her hands and wept encore
having but once crossed her lines
of a thousand ten times with
real passions unmemorized
cast within her own rebuke
as the last tip she would leave
on the understudy's seat
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