the masquerade.

waltzing,
arms interlocked,

palpably frigid,
eyes opaque,

unseeing,
willfully oblivious,

tucked away,
from the reverberations of sin,

lost in the glossy haze,
adrift,
afloat,

on winged dreams of tin,

sold,
bartered,

for a glimpse,
of the promise,

of better days,

leaving behind this sorry charade,

giggles galore,
as the booze flows,

drowning the dead,
unravelling the uncouth,

lying just beneath the veneer,

of this numb masquerade.

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