smile

You never accuse of the many things,
But guilty so I prove.
You pleaded, prodded, begged of me
But atrophied muscles seldom move.
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The one you see most everyday
Is cheaply taken off the shelf.
Is it not a perfect likeness?
A twin of its blooming former self?
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One day you slowly dared to peep
Where others never travel,
My quaint white curtains drawn aside
Expose molded bits left to ‘ravel.
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The window panes they blocked you out
Too bad glass is painted clear,
For in the end you caught a glimpse
Of each and every tainted tear.
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Unshed -- unwed to a purpose or a reason
So much filth so deep ingested
How can I spit it out? I asked
“Be happy”, you suggested