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Thursday, 9 December 2010

An arrival

Two days since the ending of possibility.
A simple invitation; an excuse or three.
Confrontation, it seems, is easier within the constraints of my own cranium.
The facade is all that stands between the smiles of parties.
That smile of hers is true, and mine is one of a scoundrel, a trickster.
Hiding behind my simper.
Bitter as my sugar isn't.

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