Suspect Embers

Maybe you try to hide that solemn cowslick, 

For that you deserve some credit.

And you try to nail those gnarled shoulders down, 

Even when they shake in the wind like raindrops. 

And you paint your eyeballs kind and sweet, 

Covered up with spectacles, just in case someone suspects. 

I know you try and I love you for it, 

My sweet charlatan. 

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