The Master MillinerA Poem by icelandicblueSliding past the truth with a tip of your proverbial hat, a glorious creation, worn for such occasions by a master milliner .
A slight of tongue, a slip of your lip, a veracity shill game for nearsighted fools.
Secretive sighs as you weave golden threads of charisma that disappear as you leave, yet shiny bits stubbornly stick to the bottom of your shoes,
As they shine with your polished elixir, sporting heels worn away by the sharp shards of ignorance that lie beneath their soles.
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8 Reviews Added on May 3, 2013 Last Updated on May 3, 2013 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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