the last show
heavy tears stream steadily
down your face
and mingle with sweat and glitter
plastered to your frame
memories of times past
now left forever
never again will you have that moment when...
but you will never have this moment--
or this one--
clutch it to your breast
while it's here
and then blow it to the wind
like dandelion seeds on the breath of a child
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