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Faces

The side of my face

Gave you a wide berth

And I dropped my gaze

To drop you down to earth

 

The smile on your face

Revealed you too easily,

my faith fell like a stone

and I stole away quickly.

 

The tears on her face

Gave way to waves of joy.

Dried up and withering

I became again a little boy

 

The grin on my face

Gave nothing away of the hidden,

Fraught and badly drawn.

A silent picture of smitten

faces

◄ When will this vicious circle die?

The Subject in the Picture ►

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Jon Stainsby

Sat 16th May 2020 18:59

Thanks, Stephen.

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Jon Stainsby

Sat 16th May 2020 09:44

Thanks, Maureen and Damon.

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Jon Stainsby

Sat 16th May 2020 09:44

Thanks, Po

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Jon Stainsby

Fri 15th May 2020 17:46

Thank you, Jordyn

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