Facade
Happy is it, the smiles you throw?
The lovely blooms of a thousand roses
Entwined with careless gayness. I so
Reflect, are thy movements only poses?
Amidst thy chinkied eyes, light as they are
Gather such wrinkles from thy glances casting afar
Reliving then removing stains of unwanted tears
Anticipating all sadness one ever fears…
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