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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