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I suppose these are just little pieces of me, wrapped up in words.

The forgotten melodies of my mind.


21. Deception

I wear my smile
Like a badge of honour
I try to flash it in your face
Staple it tight
And demand that it is seen

The threads that hold it
Infect me
Rottenness roots and roots
And on each sprout
My smile stretches
In my melted plastic face
And I might be deceiving you
But I never deceive myself.




If you can believe it; I'm actually a pretty cheerful person...

Sarcastic as well.

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