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Facade – Poem

Facade Stare, glare Take a chance and glance. I dare. Your creations should be bare. Is it hazy or clear? The mirror is dirty Clean it! Space is now lit, Relax and sit. Ponder, wonder, analyze. Stop creating your own demise. The why’s keep rolling. Her face is really glowing. She weaves accordingly On she

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