Quiet
dripping
midnights
shaken anxiety laced
into muffled smiles long has he waited,
lost in bruised shadows
to taste golden sun-rays
on his parched skin
he talks with eloquence
hidden in his paper thin cacoon
carmine stained through his chest
bearing his heart
for collective eyes
weary of faking
happy countanance
he allows the wieght of pain
to splinter his intracate mask
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