The reaction to my confession was a singular one,
Odd, even.
For a moment, just a fleeting one,
The eyes grew,
Swallowing the mask,
Revealing a booming laugh,
Or a nervous giggle,
Holding back the curiousity of a kid.
But that moment passed.
It was replaced, as it always should be, by an appropriate one.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
The reaction to my confession was a singular one,
Odd, even.
For a moment, just a fleeting one,
The eyes grew,
Swallowing the mask,
Revealing a booming laugh,
Or a nervous giggle,
Holding back the curiousity of a kid.
But that moment passed.
It was replaced, as it always should be, by an appropriate one.
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