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I hide myself away so beautifully, So I am perceived as an art form and nothing else, Mimicking a mannequin, An undeniably inhuman Facade upholds me, A mere antique is all I can claim to be, Inhabited in which is a crack, That i pledges to veil, Until, Draps are drawn, And amused audience embrace their ways to home,
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Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 3:19 PM UTC
Antique
I hide myself away so beautifully, So I am perceived as an art form and nothing else, Mimicking a mannequin, An undeniably inhuman Facade upholds me, A mere antique is all I can claim to be, Inhabited in which is a crack, That i pledges to veil, Until, Draps are drawn, And amused audience embrace their ways to home,
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Oct 5, 2024
Oct 5, 2024 at 3:19 PM UTC
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