This skin
gets more and more thin,
and can’t stop what wants to get in.

What’s seen in crowding eyes.
What’s under, in disguise.

This night life sees the knives;
sees the fortunes of our lives.

Still it feels the warmth of smiles;
a lover’s selfless sweet denials.



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