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SoVi Aug 2018
Do you know your name?
Or has it escaped your brain?
You stop on the street and ask
"Is this my face or a mask?"
Before you can peel it off
You're distracted by the conjurer's call.



© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Poetry for the short story A Fool's Paradise.
SoVi Sep 2018
After the day is done
And the sun goes down
Lay my heart on the ground
Arms spread wide reaching for you
Eyes closing against the orange glow

You will never know
All this pain
All this sacrifice
That I endure

Hands get raised
Grazing the ceiling
I start to pull it apart
Calling the devil's name
With a smirk saying let's play

You will never know
All this love
All this lust
That I give

Music playing inside
Humming the words
In my skull, I feel the words
Vibrating, causing an achiness
I do it again to feel this pain

You will never know
All this obsession
All this possession
That I control

You will never know
Feel the way I do



© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Part of A Fool's Paradise and inspired by the song The Way I Do by Bishop Briggs

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