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Nov 2016
“I’m leaving my body
the costumes are borrowed
from the changing room of life
my face belongs to a foreign person
for the moment
someone’s invisible hand
removes my life
as a used prop
I’m leaving
to start playing
in the new mask”
Written by
Anna Banasiak
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