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My Mistake

To my mistake

You blink at the sight of a real me
Eyes shed tears as backs turn
Yours wish for impressions
A puppet’s strings will meet the fate of a sharp razor’s edge
This is for your eyes to behold and they roll at my expense
Surpassing knowledge is a weak excuse
The mask I wear is too small now.
A baby learns to trust those who are its only hope in survival
If you will not read them, eat my words, wench

(2012)

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