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Perfect.
You stroll by,
A life with no lack.
In smile, object and answer,
We look, envy and wonder.

Slick.
You glide by,
Cool, calm, collected.
Each separate strand in place,
Still something hidden behind your face.

Cold.
You pass by,
Numbed by pain, caged in demands.
Limbs locking, too stiff to stand,
As you lose the feeling in your hands.

Fake.
You stumble by,
In steps, waxing physical.
The laughs around you rise,
While the pulse within slowly dies.

Lifeless.
We wander by,
Your eyes glazed, the change complete.
What a perfect smile, our glances think,
And on and on, the carnival sinks.

sč
KL, March 14th, 2007