Poem -

Shell Game

author
Steve Green
Shell Game

All my fault lines..

Deeply contained..

Self restrained..

Stone exterior
must be maintained..

One crack
and my self constructed wall
would crumble down..

Then peeps would see me
as I really am...

And that ain't so bad

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Perception Truth
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Topic: 
Reality
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