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Feint

A sea shanty or a siren song?

A smile that had to be stitched on?

 

Always on the cusp of a golden age

That waits in the wings, yet

Refuses to take centre-stage.

 

A universally accusatory 'why'

Permanently rolling off the tongue,

For isn't it far smoother than

An apologia for ignorance?

◄ Dotted Line

Rendezvous ►

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