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Here look at my face

oily asphalt one of lifes small jokes.

Eyes are the holes to the soul

watery graves holding secrets

that only subconscious angels know.

My mouth is it appealing?

Stoic in it’s lines

gate keeper to scathing torrents 

screams just behind the teeth

waiting their turn to live

riding air in search of unsuspecting  ears.

Can you see my broken halo 

glowing shining aura that it is

keeping shadows away.

It is ok to look

there are too many stories there 

for you to look away. 

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