Vaudeville- The Curse of the Crescent Clasp

Been wondering whether or not to take your picture down

The one where you pull me in like a vaudeville hook and kiss my cheek

I already stashed the two photobooth rolls in the bottom drawer

But this one has stayed

I question every morning if it’s appropriate to display

It’s been three months and I’ve been sifting through time

The weeks have become like days, and the months have become like weeks

Most of the time I’m weak at the knees

Craving the next sleep

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I felt my throat constrict

In the middle of my main bit

The joke was on me that day

The cane pulled me from the stage

 

 

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