The Visage.

Gazing deep into those dark green eyes, O saw what none of his actions could ever display, what none of his words could ever convey, what none of his hands could ever play. I saw that voice hidden behind veils of conversations, that avt layered under the deep of drama, that face shielded against the array of masquerades.


A visage hard to deceive, that night I saw him.
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