since the last time we've been here, here's changed.
You cry beneath the veil. Stop.
Wave them goodbye from the stage
or do not.
in the dark hall you sing along
to the song that nobody can hear.
all alone,
your voice echos here.
99 red balloons are rising
at the grey package of skies.
You can't hold yourself from crying,
they distorted their own disguise.
hear them chanting unkindly, through the fright and despair,
too much struggle to hide all your shame and your care.
you're aware.
but not them.
don't be harsh on yourself for mis-singing the notes,
for that absent look on your face.
You perform to the crowd in the shaking voice
at the top of the vulnerable pace
marlene
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