The Painted's Lament

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Their eyes are all cold…

distant, and scrutinizing.

Judgmental faces,

evaluating me.

Critical.

No, this isn't a smile.

Not anymore.

Maybe it was,

years ago...

But after ten lifetimes of

near adolescent scrutiny…

That smile is no longer mine.

It was a smile only for him!

But he's gone and has

abandoned me here.

Trapped forever,

Within a frame.

Judgmental faces,

distant and scrutinizing.

Their eyes are all cold.





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