Bleed Actor

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Black was the theater
Red was the stage
One outstretched shaken hand
One gripping life by the side
No one saw the after-act
No one noticed the red
Bleeding and dancing Swan Lake
Bleeding while creating a story
No stopping the glow
No stopping the unfolds

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