There are demons that lurk behind your painted smile,
The shadows are so alive they breathe.
But don't you know Id like to save this night,
Make it all better, and help you to see
How I feel when you look at me.
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PoetryPoems. Most if these poems come from texts or conversations with people. Believe it or not. Shhh! Authors secret! COVER CREATED BY PHANTOMS_/_idiosyncratic
