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sweet nothings
a fortress of farce
honeyed words are to me
what water is to cigars
some simper while some smirk
ah, drinks and make merry
artificial smiles might be the front
but aren't your insides weary?
blandishments, toadyism,
cajolement yet another veil
set aside that faux worship you might need
but my pride isn't as frail
because obtuse idolization,
plastic applause?
a few pseudo retreating steps
i refuse to count as a loss.
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*snake; serpent; dragon
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delirium
Poetrywhen the darkness outside my window turns gloomier than the one inside me, the words embedded in my chest sparkle like jewels. || poetry collection. ©️2019 by auro m.
