Introvert

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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 will 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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