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‘Is There Anything Colder Than Polite?’ and one more poem

By: Angela Moore

Is There Anything Colder Than Polite?

Thinking of…
All those cold numb smiles.
Time that rewinds and festers.
…Chased with pleasant plastic speeches….
Unpolished truths that somehow remain unsaid,
muted by talks of sun and rain.
Thinking of…
All those polite gestures.


A Beautiful lie or the Ugly Truth?

Would I really mind living in a beautiful lie with you?
If I never had to know the truth,
Would I choose to spend the rest of eternity:
Blissfully unaware of the secrets that LIED
just below the surface.

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