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 Jan 2014 Wildfyre
Honrupi
I hate the manner of the lilting song
My heart plays when your presence graces mine
You step so gently as you waltz along
Stars dance in your eyes as I reach cloud nine

No, wait! This false love is quite misguided
I know your facade deceives from your flaws
The painted smile you wear has subsided
And your gait slows as you come to a pause

The smile you wear is as fragile as glass
Unallowing of others to assuage
The vexing fears and pain that you amass
Your negativity kept in a cage

I beg of you, let down your walls for me
Let this cynic be as sweet as can be.

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