How carefully
We paper over
Every inconsistency;
Each imperfection,
Every scar
So gently covered over
With some bright combination
Of smiles and words...
Yet, looking closely as they do
They can detect
The dark thoughts underneath;
The tears that carve their wobbly tracks,
The shades of grief and loss;
The blues that seep through all
The light we paint so thickly
Over our troubled souls...
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