Verse Exercises

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Simmering, just below the surface smiles and laughs
That never really seep through beneath the skin
Of her mask
Not that she actively keeps up pretense – no
The smiles are as real as she can make them
Are only as real as bliss is fleeting,
her restlessness hums, threatening
to throw a fit,
her cold longing a sharp blade
cutting through her illusions


Written by thedoe

October 5, 2016 at 9:50 pm

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