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The tender wound
of your mouth-downcast --
that full, hypnotic landscape;
of subtle curves and
paralyzing sweetness --
cries to me in silence.

In moments sheared from time
and frozen
here and there --
it sings such songs!
Of longings
yet unnamed out loud,
laments unrecognized.

Hiding little,
despite
all Best Foot Forward..
Despite
the camouflage so bright
of blinding smiles and
rousing, confident words
all used
to build
the face you wear for flashbulbs.

Despite
the outside light
that chases
inner shadows spanning vast;
it shows
the secret shadows grow..
This Show of Shows can't last;
and soon,
the final curtain.

Despite
that mask of hearty laughter,
and the Might that makes the Man;
the night is long inside this
crowded house and
somewhere dark,
alone,
the child confesses.