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True Colors
I saw through the façade
to the wickedness within,
I knew the gleam in your eyes
was naught from the touch of the
sun.
Your smile flashed revealed
to a knowing soul the mask
of what you work so hard to
conceal.
Your laughter is not the sweet
sound of innocence but rooted
in the dark seed growing
inside.
So many before me have been
deceived but to me you will always
be the truth which I see.
For all the make-up you try
and dress yourself, the jewels to
distract and the clothing to compliant
the only assets you have,
you are always ugly to me.
9:06 AM - 9/14/2006 -
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