Your Love's Portrait
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The noises of their shutter attack again
Laughing insane with no good clay
What is it with me that I play?
I don’t know how to stress this
…but tell me, what is pain?
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Those words you love to hear
I keep on saying them with no will
Not knowing oh how they kill,
I’m the menace, I drink your fear.
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Slowly I’m clutching my mask off today
Letting you see my blank figure and prey
But then, you took it anyway,
… A paper to write on, your love’s portrait
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By W.A. Garcia
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