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Mar 2015
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a smile upon
a practiced face
is no longer
a smile

doll heads
are just painted
they use
cunning, guile

but you can see
duplicity
through the
thick
shellac

ask for honor
real truth
and watch
the
varnish
crack

they'll find
another
hunting ground
but their eyes
will be
their
fall

the baby blues
that look at you
DO NOT
SMILE
AT
ALL!



soulsurvivor
(c) 3-18-2015
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