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Jul 2017
Don't trust him.
His game is to play you; showmanship winning over the room.
Capability and knowledge cunningly imitated with sleight of hand.
Promises, their empty conclusion yet to unfold, and the nod of a mask.

Bluff and deceit form the paint on his mask,
and I see the cracks forming.
Written by
D Holden  M/UK
(M/UK)   
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     The Sick Red Carnation, TSPoetry, L and NV
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