Razors steal a stolen silence.
Coronation: Of a new divide;
Acting for its master
With due reprise.
Its engines oiled in cold remorse;
Impresses the truth of its course.
Decorum prescribed by superficiality;
Distorts the beat taunting within.
As lips purse with uncertainty,
Yet replaced with outstretched arms
Of a fallen dignity;
A carved out wane is
completed,
As notion of self is as bent
As a drawn face is out for rent.
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