Jane Tomlin - Phantasm

Talent and creativity entombed in an empty shell of a person who lacks in self confidence but revels in the art of fake smiling.
Who's own tears fall as ice and shatter or are bourne away by the bitter wind
Who's own blood flows as water, cleansing the soul preparing for rebirth
Who's dreams are a mere fantasy and bear no resemblance to the harsh, cruel reality.
Tears flow, blood streams and yet the smiles keep shining through like sun breaking the clouds

Jane Tomlin

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