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Jan 2017
The man with the crooked smile,
hidden motives were his style,
the droves of people noticed his trick,
no one was fooled and he seemed to be slick.
He smiled only to please and never to emote.

The flaw was in his act,
he seemed too abstract...
For he was silent.
He was not violent.
But people's imaginations run wild with a grin so sinister.

Once just an imitation of an actor,
now the best in show and his smile is a factor,
the mystery in his soul is as dark as the outcomes,
you can even hear the drums.
Just a puppet for the gods, the humans believe he's real.
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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   Kelly Rose
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