At Native village 1

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20.07.21

The room beside mine
was full of people
Who came to achieve their interests.
They feigned to be so kind
As they had a goal
To fool  by their fake innocence.
Their smile seemed  so wide
Sometimes I thought
'Don't their facial muscles get tired by
so much using them?'

Their eyes were full of lies like
theirs appearance.
When they talked that smelt
like professional actors
Sometimes I wondered
'Why don't they participate in a movie? '

Their breath stinked as
thugs they were
Their actions were occasionally so illogical that made me laugh
Sometimes I startled,
"Why didn't they join in a comedy show? '

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