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Julie Jordan Scott - My Life on Stage - The Stage In My Life

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I feel like I am supposed
To write something
Catalog these moments somehow
These ticks of the clock
These calendar days marked with
rows of red "X"es across them

My fingers sit, on the keyboard
Life force which causes them to
Flutter kick upon the keys utters
A long, drawn out sigh and nothing
Just nothing eeks out of the void
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Six
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The number
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Appears
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Six months
(They type)
Have somehow, somehow
somehow?
Gone by.......

Weighted hands collapse
Into my lap embers crawl
Inside my arms, but still
My fingers don't move again

They don't want to recount
The flowers the music the wine
The gift-giving the story telling
The long breath filled silences
The candle-light... because
Six months feels
Like too
long
ago
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Six

There is no need to
Wait for sleep tonight
It is settling in
Right underneath my
eyelids so I will simply
say.... good night.

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