Poem 52: Betrayal

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When I opened the door
of a new way core,
I gave a smile on a cast I saw,
a pretty vase and a new shoes show.

Your face turned red
which made me cringe instead;
knees trembled with a sudden jolt,
I don't know why, is it my fault?

A sudden flare filled the room
who destroyed a happy bloom.
A naked lad flaunted himself
and what I did is just to yelp.

Those shoes nor smiles
not mine but style
to conceal that guy
from a dingy rye.

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