Sincerely, Aventine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mirrors dont always reflect.

Submitted: July 16, 2012

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Submitted: July 16, 2012




Stars in my eyes like Friday night lights, 
without a shadow it seems, 
without superfluous dreams, 
I bask in my thoughts like the wind with its kites. 

Shallow, conceited, myopic I am perceived. 
Truth blanketed by darkness, 
all encompassing - endless. 
But your dazzling gaze let not be deceived. 

My world has given me an elaborately simple mask to wear, 
underneath it I smile and play my part, 
perfection in direction of the underplayed art, 
yet so deftly removed with that unfooled stare. 

Poetry is dead, even churlish it seems. 
Or is it blunt irony within well covered dreams 

Pro-poemer, not really;

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