Face Contorted

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Fierce fiery eyes spring forth at once.

Vicious words spittle over pulpous lips

I hear no sound, I see no anger

From the side step view, it seems comical


As if encased in a crystal prism

The array of emotion in lucid order

Each one a story, a perpetual reason for existing

Until you see the flaccid silicon stare


Awestruck. Stunted in place, I barely breath

Statue? A ponder that wavered away too soon

The muse of mind, I reach out

Let me unmask the face


Some source of light bled through my fingers...

Humming through my lung, a scream that lingers

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