Rasping coughing unbelieving
In the middle of a quiet theater
Abyss around a white TV screen
Zooming up to catch the speech
Phallic limbs sliding out
Grabbing
Reaching
For my liberty
To tell you how I feel
As the couch creeps up from beneath
Dressed in infamy
We wander
Ponder
To no avail
My veil is lowered in mourning
Of the death of your heart
Seats all taken up-
No room for me
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