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Those eyes,

they hold beauty, black-rimmed lies,

those long lashes hold off the blowing sand,

of broken tears and

those colored lids,

reflecting the broken sky.

Those glittering bones  

in tearful tones.

The concealed bags,

of things world-weary.

lower thy eyes

conceal your broken wings

create your beautiful lie

in lines of arched perfection 

your lips bleed from your lies

they bleed poison

toxic emotion

your mask is hidden

behind time 

hiding what is forbidden

to you

smile and lie

it's your poison to spread

through your lies into your head

but when you attack and do not defend

it's your tears  that suspend

threaten to shake

to fall

and break down this cracked wall

smoothed by lies

the cracks now manifest

and become this broken white flag

of beaten down surrender








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