Glass
Now and then, it's all the same,
it's something that I'm after.
All the smoke and mirrors cloak
the glass that is my laughter.
Once again I smile and then
I must obscure my rapture,
hidden from the only one
whose heart I long to capture.
What was new and pure and true
has faded from the picture.
All that's left is loss bereft
of fear and pain and anger.
Once again I smile and then
I must avoid the pleasure
reflecting in the game I win,
that glass which is my measure.
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