Catherine Mancini


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Behind the Curtains

No one looks behind my eyes,
The windows of the soul.
But I learned so very long ago,
To keep the curtains closed.
What would they see if dared to look?
Some form of empty shell,
A cold and frightened, trembling thing,
Hidden beneath layers of velvet.
I wander to the windows,

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