Intentional
In vain you spot
A hollow thought
Yes I can tell
Your mask works well
When give meets take
Your face looks fake
Just wear your style
Charm with blank smiles
You speak profound
On shady grounds
Praise tramples plain
You stalk in vain
Your crooked lips
Frame poisoned tip
In guise pure guile
Sly craft moves wile
Best you see then
Odd fate just when
Gloss thus dark frown
On a vile clown
Mad as mad feels
Your touch can kill
Leon Enriquez
03 September 2018
Singapore
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