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Beautiful Futility

He toyed with the lace,

That hung from the curtains.

In them he hid from monsters,

Wrapping his boyish virtue in their silky embrace.

His mind portrayed him,

As a master of disguise.

Safe behind his fabric walls,

He laughed in the face of danger.

That was,


The game of hide and seek came to an end.

For his ankles were showing,

Through the crystal clear lace.

Poem by: Valentina Tsilimidos

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