Disguised

So proud of himself,
Now that he’s with bone.
Lost on him
Is that he’s just as alone;

As he was without it,
The excitement will fade.
And, he’s left to consider
The way that he played.

Not considering others,
Beyond that they’re there;
A part of his world;
Guarded and bare.

A matter of Love,
Of peace, and of joy.
A thing among people;
not from a toy.

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