By: Spencer D.
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You m i l at me through a veil of
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s
Though I see no humor there.
A faux visage displayed.
A shell of what was
Cradles a fragile heart.
I see you put on the mask;
Donning your costume.
A sad clown with a painted grin
Fools the eager crowds.
Beguiling them all the while,
They plead for more.
Pulling at your seams
Undoing the fixed smile
And tears begin to bleed
D
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N
Your rosy cheeks
Beating like an ominous drum at your feet…