Faces Change Little

jwhhobbs22
Apr 22, 2025
1 min read

No face that

Poorly holds anger

Building itself

And breaking it down.

Ever tore my flesh.

No thoughts but mine

Ever drew my ire.

No matter how my words

Might buckle smiles

And make them rage

Only acts have fleeting thunder

The noise to shake

And snap new landslides in our lives.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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