Jokester
S Stefanie Fontker
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Haughty moon, you mock me,
Smiling down at my thunderous bark.
And yet I keep at my fun and quips,
I refuse to be dead to this world.
But what smiling jester has lived,
Without a swift and brutal smack?
In this altered description of hard love,
Shame is soft and subtle, yet deep in hurt.
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