photo by Mish
UnMasked
it was the ghost of a smile
you tried to hide
behind a calloused hand
that was the first crack
in your prickly facade
a secret sense of humor
you tried valiantly to keep
in check
and when that grand guffaw
was set free
I knew you had a tenderness
inside
—
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