Back again to say goodbye
to pantomimes I’d called my life.
I’d faked it well; I’d faked it sweet.
I’d had the girls and taken treats.
Indeed, it’s changed; I’m more alone.
I’ve all the reasons, now, to doubt.
And yet my spine feels strong as stone
and yet I’m light as cloud.
Perhaps it’s how the soul atones
and how we work shit out.
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