you envy them with their transparent skins made out of silk and lies / the opacity of double faces always had astounded you / perhaps that's what you have in common with him /he gets too lost in a sea where the god janus resides
and maybe it's the reason why he threw you at the sides / but then, you decide that you too, are like him /
you'd like to get lost in those glazed eyes and pink lips / cut throat and rosy cheeks / wide smiles and crazy spins /
you envy their transparent skins, yes / but you and the world know all their sins
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RIGOR MORTIS
PoetryTHE THIRD STAGE OF DEATH IS THE MOMENT HE REFUSES TO MEET YOUR EYES. [ poetry ]