I bathe in dreams
that reach further than I can
I sit around and wait
for fairytales to be accomplished
This is
what I ask for
This is not
what I preach
Like so many layers
I am there to peel
there inside
this shell
I grow out of pride
Seethe, and wither
somehow this too will fade
but instead of playing
dumb again
I will turn and
Save face
Changes that become inconvenient
because fingerprints of pain
are all around
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