Why is it that somewhere somehow
A face beckons you to look.
Not once, twice nor thrice.
But a lot of times.
Waking inside you emotions
You thought stopped existing.
Reminding you that under the
Hard layers of cynicism
The person who believed in
Love at first sights and happy endings
Still struggles to exist.
But for the last time you decided
To look once again.
And the face wasn't there.
You ask yourself if you were just
Hallucinating or if it was really real?
Not being sure of your answer
Your face did what it does best.
Hardening it's contours again.
Unreadable,inscrutable.
More cynical than before.
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