Wrap each smile and enfold it away
within the arms deep in the recesses.
Those who pose within their gloss
only cheapen the beauty of subtlety.
The warmth inside each embrace,
little graze on my elbow when we pass.
Deep red roses now faded to ashen pale
lifeless but flourish in my mental vase.
I want to lock each of those moments
away from their prying eyes to see,
because in my dreams once in a while,
the way of my escape becomes reality.
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