I know behind their
sweet smiles
And their warm hugs
They hide some knives
They talk smooth
like a feather dropping on the floor
They shake their hands
As if you are their best pal
They dig graves silently
They always move closely and silently with you
But they always wear their masks
You cannot identify them
They carry nights inside
But they appear like bright glowing lights
You underestimate them
You can never hear the
Throb of their secret hearts
unless and until
Suddenly
You get struck at the back
One day
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