Poetry

Kahlia Mazacalletti


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21 february 2013

Illusionist

For it is fine with me now; if you go away, leave without a trace
It has been coming for some time
You wear so many masks; you could be in a carnival of clowns
I have tried for 4 years to get change
But change is hard when you are a master illusionist
I feel like I have been cut in half more than once by your words
Do you believe I still care for you; I don't, it is a convienience
Like the one you get the BIG GULP from, it has been banned in New York
You should be banned as well
Sitting like a King in the living room; with your crown on, know it all
And know nothing; except , you need to walk out the front door
Please let me enjoy the silence once more
As if I were deaf to you
Go on your way and leave me alone






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