Envelop yourself in your facade.
Your wise words inapplicable to your own.
Your beauty, holistic and nuclear.
The faces, they stare.
Oh and how you care.
The one and only reject, hidden under the layers.
Strong descriptors, you’ve been known to sorrow.
Entering the second decade, close your eyes to see.
A prickle of the soul will make everything whole.
With locks broken, the doors will open.
You will smile at the past and run fast.
The years, particles of the bomb.
The thoughts, explosive yet calm.
The mind swirls and the toe curls.
But in ends of ends you hold the pearls.
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