Curious
Hours Slip, Days trip
faces blurred
into a mysterious
Boredom induced High
Acidic and curious
as to who she really is
And whats hiding in her eyes
And the mania
Her ultimate low
When she laughs
the silence in her soul
Emptiness well hidden
In glee and Love
But she needs someone
Why does she smile
with thick black
Lining the portal of her soul
Moving bodies that live
the same faceless lie
that she does
and she watches curious too
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