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Moving OnThe limilight has faded, the air is cold and uninviting. My purpose is extinguished. Treading these boards has lost its appeal. Time to move on to a more welcoming space. The curtain goes down for the last encore and I silently slip away into darkness and ambiguity only to become a distant memory in the minds and hearts of those I loved. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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