The Strange
Strawberry pie and school girl scribbles,
pleasantry lingers with that poised drawl.
Tea on the side of polite conversation,
baby that mask isn’t who she is at all.
It transforms based on your energy,
bit by bit the least visible lines change.
Admit that you too have hidden horns
two-bit words cannot hide the strange.
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