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As the lights dim away

The chatter slowly fades

And curtains spread apart….

Your will turns into mine

As I find your eyes among the faceless crowd

I watch you shrink before my stare

My blood is running warm

The roar of music hits my ears

Below I watch

The puppets on the stage enfold their plot

It’s me…

Blood turns into dust

Before these eyes that both threaten and adore

His tune pours out like balm and salt

Caressing my open wounds

The roar of music hits my ears

Around I watch

The puppets on the stage enfold our plot

It’s me…

His will turns into mine

Before her eyes that both threaten and adore

Before my tune, I watch him shrink

His/My wounds are open