The Surface

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We operate

You and I

We nod, we converse, we agree

We go about our business

On the surface

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The chinks

They show on occasion

But we conceal them

Expertly shroud them

On the surface

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And those who dare

Peep beneath

They rear aghast

At the rife ugliness they see

A cauldron of noxious brews

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Of voices falling on deaf ears

Of conflicting emotions

Of affections forgotten

Of relations trivialized

Of promises broken

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Yet it all appears just fine

On the surface

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