Real

I LIKE a look of agony,
Because I know it’s true;
Men do not sham convulsion,
Nor simulate a throe.

The eyes glaze once, and that is death.
Impossible to feign
The beads upon the forehead
By homely anguish strung.

First print Time and Eternity XII, 12
Johnson 241 | Franklin 339

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