True Faces
L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never keep it unreal to feel.
If it isn't.
Or try to appeal,
With a concealing an indifference.
If a feeling to consent as meant,
Represents nonsense...
Why go through the process,
Of contemplating such sentiments.
And why accept this,
As a sacrifice to to avoid dislikes.
Choose never to be the one persuaded.
Or tolerate to be humiliated,
By others attempting to have it convinced...
A taste one has selected,
For them lacks depth to comprehend.
And far from having any substance,
Begun with it done from beginning to end.
Player haters on the prowl,
Love to manipulate...
Anyone designated to underestimate.
Player haters use as bait,
Those determined from them to escape...
A biting done of their dripping venom.
To then shed thin skins like snakes.
Preying and displaying assaults to fault others,
Will offer them excuses to make...
That celebrates their attacks made on others.
And eliminates those who are not of true faces.
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