Our job is doormats, she said.
Take lying down,
Smiling in welcome as we let the rest in

The usual fare-
Lest we be dead as them.

Softened by tapdance
But wax off your hardness,
The stonefaced surface is
A played pitter-patter of showmanship sin

The lights must go on!
The show under halo!
Cacophony measured
In curt, tattered smiles

Bloodlust Curtailed
Riding on Coattails
The start to say 'No',
but removed at the rest

I'm lying.

And am simply

DormaNt

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