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Funny faces, decomposed.
A sigh keeps me out,
But I hear a broken chord of Intimacy. 
My notes stuck to pages in my Throat. 

I drained my veins to breath here,
I worked my tools, silenced my Shivers to be heard.
I smile with my eyes,
Rosemary memories. 

You hate me for my name.
Want to pluck me down with your Hands, kick out foundations
But you still smile as you pass, 
I only see shadow. 

Sitting on a cold bench.
Surrounded by children parading as Adults with your playground politics.
I smile inwardly, knowingly, 
Happily alone in false company.