External lights are on when needed

He`s lighting up a lot of souls

He acts like nothing is forbidden

He listens to the nature`s calls

He catches the rays and tightening harder

His hidden wounds never heal

He looks like piece of perfect marble

And no one sees his nervous trill

He`s smiling shameless baring secrets

Pretending that`s his real face

Wet pillow witnesses his weakness

Another night with missing grace


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