Inspiration: This was actually apart of the poem I posted before this, but I didn't like the way it flowed so I broke it into two.
Word: Fabricated
Everyday
After the sun cracks open my eyelids
I paint on a face
leaving crooks at the ends of my lips
alluding to a fabricated smile
I dress myself to a sullen tune
in which my mind contemplates the nothingness of the day
that will come before me in the presence
of my reality
I don't really like this
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