Beautiful but circuitous
I remain estranged
Salutations that never
Extend invitation
Lips too buoyant
To indulge profundity
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There is loneliness
In the sustainment of doubt
There is loneliness
In a sealed heart that grows
Emptier with the passage of time
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To possess a tongue without guile
A betrayal to both barer and expectancy
There is freedom in awkwardness
In the way it forbids assimilation
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I am not an actress and no stage
No matter how obliquitous
Could detain me
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