A Part In The Part We Play

As she watches me, split the pages with her exacted, the blade trades places, with the paper. She appreciates my frugal, conservatism. The paper can appreciate the soft cheekbones of my desperation, the highs and lows, thereof. What is received, is not always the part that act reacted, to see a play re done, in practise. I like most, am only your puppet, afool a host for ghosts, you toast at roasts. I am not a Victorian, blue blood rich in iron, curried. Favors never come easy, as such are never released is aparts apart we plays, on stage