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POETRY: She's a Smoke Show

They speak of bravery and yet there is always fear in her eyes.

She never has control of it, even if she pretends to juggle it just fine.

The smile on the outside has always hidden so many lies.

It's hard to know which one will come, when each emotion feels so tied.

A history of lessons learned and instincts fine tuned, have always cause so much distress, a reflex to each mood.

It's hard to find just what to hold when everything feels untrue.

I watch her as she floats away, like smoke dispersing as if on cue.

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