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***** Faces

Marks smudge your face,

Your *****

filthy mouth,

what do you proclaim?

What do you see?

When your eyes are blackened out from the dirt of your knees,

Slither and snake through your hands decayed bones,

We had a crown but now a thousand thrones.

 

Reach out your webs and reel me in,

Lend me your ear and fill me in,

What it's like to greedy, deceitful, and sturdy,

To have such a pretty face and still be so dirty.

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tammy-cusick
American
Published
Jun 5, 2017
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#crown#thrones#decay#bones
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