Humble Soubrette
It was far from an easy task
-stripping away the feign-
and the pale little women
who dance about your demeanor.
You willingly fall for their hoaxes.
(their stories are as wan as their skin)
In the time it took me
to reach you I could have saved
myself! Now I fall, stupified!
You (innocence) is nothing
but a sallow story
told by an empty hearted woman!
And as for your talent, I
know it will shine through me!
Standing here, in awe of your
audacious,
my rose coloured glasses violently crack!
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