Maybe this is the way,

Folks know that I’m okay…

More than enough

Seeing through bluff,

My inner motives betrayed!

–

Nailed me right to the wal,

Gently but in one call…

Stripped my veneer

It hit right here,

I cannot deny it at all.

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She had my number,

Does meaning of that phrase slumber…?

By the short hairs

Nothing spares,

The vision of one unencumbered!

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Just turning one phrase,

Inner veils raised…

Exposing

What was supposing

At this he was amazed!

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Not that she saw through,

Others–realized it too…?

Uncondemned

Nor in-hemmed,

Realizing his façade was through!

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–Jonathan Caswell

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