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Faceless
Stranger passions,
A senseless count
Searching sheets for love unfound
A damaged record,
Nights repeat
Fleshes change to play the scene
Shadows staining,
Weaving pasts
Fleeting feelings never last
Branded beauty,
Hate, guilt, shame
Notorious without a name
An empty doll,
A used up shell,
A public secret no one tells
I wholly agree with the lost poet the best line is the very last
It ties up the poem with an unexpectedly perfect bow. Beautiful but sad poem. I just hope it is not taken from literal circumstances like it seems to read. You have woven something sadly lovely out of something that would otherwise just be sad if it were not but for the poetic form taken............. Sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.