Here it is the cheek on face
blushed or tan
pale or opaque
a piece of you
you want to have gleaming
the inner candle
somewhere in the locked ventricle
flickering impatiently
searching for instructions
before all the wax melts
The human husk
has nought more to offer
as vibrance leaves
escaping a corpse
funeral flowers and exaggerations
Here it is lips eager to form smiles
wanting that wanton jubilant curled mouth up
routine for the rep and self confidence
cursing the minutes and hours of frowning
That dissuaded you from greatness
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