There are moments

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‘there are moments

inside my head

when voices rise like an angry mob,

singing, chanting, straining like an underdog to be heard.

No mirror to perform in,

only a rented set;

a blank wall of smoke stained magnolia,

a broken plate, a coffee stain.

Blasting them with my dedicated eyes.

It’s madness,

It’s visceral.

Choked and ravaged by the weariness of sleepless nights’

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