Inperfectous
After a day's end,
I set it undeneath my bed. I Laugh, I Cry, I Hide.
The morning light awakes,
I hide from the stares of souls,
The Jewel is concealed to portray.
Faceing the strangers with a faintly quiet smile.
Underneath the bleary simulation, is a chaming mortal. Interior Dexterity and Intergrity.
The cannot recognize the image in which they see.
The Drape is uptight, Affaid of Perceptions
Acting distant fearing IMPERFECTUS
I set it underneath my bed. I Laugh, I Cry, I Hide.
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