you of anything
so why do you look guilty
I look guilty because
I look guilty
that’s how I look
no you don’t I’ve
seen you smile
yes but it’s a smile
smeared over guilty
a bad varnish
a bad end
there is no other start
awaits us all a
cabinet of horrors
a private
which we could see
as children under the beds
but no one listened
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