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Daniel Arocho Dec 2014
What goes on behind these curtains?
     glitzy rags
     golden beams
     mass excess

An elegant array of humanoid copies,
     simple smiles
     knotted shoes
     plastered hair

Supporting cordial conversations.
     hollow words
     posturing
     righteousness

My what chained dogs they are!
     Your masters
     the upper
     echelon

Pity the prisoners of preconceived morality.
     what a shame
     empty minds
     perfect squares
Daniel Arocho Dec 2014
Fumbling through his pockets
Sore fingers grasping wildly
He procures his kerchief
Dabs the edges, pats them dry

And the wind blows softly
Ruffles her strong hair
Tossed waves of auburn
Gentle to see

Sun-lit skin, gilded bold
Broken never, smoothness
Fashioned hands, slender fingers
Burgundy eyes, deep and deeper

And the old form sat ragged
Tears spilling onto yellowed photos
"I'll see you soon, I'll see you soon,
My young, young love."

— The End —