open season
handsome/smiling face
decorated in egg shells
release: hard and slow
her smile: so fragile
tears seeping into the cracks
wipes with one quick sweep
tries to remember
when things were light/free/fun
love: open season
she has no regrets
poured it all in one basket
did not see the holes
works on looking soft
pulls the dress over her head
dabs perfume here/there
masked uncertainty
cerebral/haughty/aloof
she does not look down
rides thru like Zorro
picks them/loves them/discards them
broken hearts break hearts.
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