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6d
I fold my edges sharp and clean
A paper crane you’ve never seen
I glide through rooms
I speak in tune
I shine
I gleam
Your perfect moon
But the mirror cracks when I exhale
A breath too real
A breath too frail
Smoke and mirrors
That’s my skin
Love me untill I let you in
Then I’m the shadow
The ghost
The sin
Fractured skin
I can't win
I laugh in keys you’ll understand
I shape my world with careful hands
A chiseled smile
A painted hue
The me you love is never true
The paint peels back
It stains my nails
You see the colours that I kept veiled
A breath cuts through the mask
Exposing raw edges
Written by
Sorelle  24/F
(24/F)   
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