snow flakes brushed the focus of my sight,
which was affect, sheathing an axiom,
in the back of my mind,
i held curiosity,
which killed itself, soon,
does a bird chirp gaily while in a cage?
i saw the hard knock life,
inside the mouth of the facade,
mother fond of her motherhood,
pricked by what she could'nt curtail,
neverthless a facade
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