uppercut their chins, poke their question-marked eyes,
scratch their pockmarked faces quizzically looking at
trouble, or of another name, tagged, blundered, passively-boxed,
something rendered
escaped from their loose minds, these barely audible quips.
these floating cages naturally deceptive at first, taken for protean salutes.
but really is more of the procrustean type in their subconscious minds.
those innocent gazes, that which has been unmasked by its..........
millisecond stay
, revealing its dubious undertaking.
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