All chiseled good looks you fix your hair with a half smile I stare You are that foreign confident puzzle you chose to be I let you be I let you stain my dream with superior charm and wit I will…
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Confused reality
I heard something –maybe your name your voice or smile Fast beats Thin air Flushed skin I curl my hair with my fingers doubt my disguise Do not face the door! Control your anxiety Stop expecting him ……