Cemented Face
Within the cement walls of fuel
Looking at pools within her eyes
A free flowing emotion that
Does not hide. Yet I cannot cry
nor smile, nor grimace. I'm hardened
Refusing to let fuel melt me.
Boiling or freezing yearns behind
this cemented face, mask of mine
Facing souls and walls with my back
Concealing sense my shell intact.
So I'll take my hammer and hit
til there is nothing left of it.
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