glimpses of porcelain
lets him fall out of grace.
sniffs of perfume
makes his mind go to waste.
the routine followed
makes his soul yearn.
the routine being followed
makes his heart burn.
glimpses of porcelain
and sniffs of perfume.
what will remain
of his wretched costume?
gazes of sentiments
lets him feel the demise.
touches of the inviolate
makes him see the lies.
words of pain
makes him ponder on
words of shame
makes him carry on.
glimpses of porcelain
and sniffs of perfume.
what will remain
of his wretched costume?
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