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This week I have sauntered around

Alone, a lost soul roaming a place where my living body lies underground
From my house to the river bank to the quiet garden in town I have roamed.
Then returned to the dark closet I have made my momentary home.
Visibly hidden behind the beautiful smile, bright coloured dresses
Surrounded by those wearing rose coloured glasses

This week I have sauntered about from side to side

Alone, roaming a place where the denial of my existence is always implied
In conversations,pieces of advice and stories
I'm expected to put on a happy smile and reflect the heaven's glory.
So I crawl back into the cold warmth of solitary
There like an abandoned child I let the tears flow freely