Caus-Tic (Part II)

Stashed down deep

in the bowels of my mind

memories ooze,

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seep,

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trickle,

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disturb this sunny day

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And so it starts again,

this daily chore of pretence

as i leap and bound and cad:

A puppet show of joy

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Yet closer still i sense a fissure

spreading through my soul

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Its dam will burst.  A tsunami

smothering

my smile.

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The strings will sag

as on bended knees

I crumble,

crying,

completely spent.

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