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trapeze in disguise
She glances at her hands,
Recumbent in enshrouded hope,
For the unforeseen power of hindsight
Had dappled them with scars.
The affinity, which once enthralled her soul,
Had risen up, to be found nevermore
Like smoke, carrying parts of herself within it,
Which she had succumbed to anguish within.
Now she scours for that smoke,
That different apparition of herself.
Before she felt the betrayal of the fantasies,
Before she knew it was a trapeze in disguise.
© Netra.
Recumbent in enshrouded hope,
For the unforeseen power of hindsight
Had dappled them with scars.
The affinity, which once enthralled her soul,
Had risen up, to be found nevermore
Like smoke, carrying parts of herself within it,
Which she had succumbed to anguish within.
Now she scours for that smoke,
That different apparition of herself.
Before she felt the betrayal of the fantasies,
Before she knew it was a trapeze in disguise.
© Netra.
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