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Her hands are always cold To match her heart As she wakes up each morning to put on a mask. She sees all the colors The world has to offer But only shows black and white To keep the spectators wondering. She knows how to layer Because it’s cold outside And she can’t let it in. Her eyes are clueless Because life feels new And the fear of the unknown Creates her limit.
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
The Mask
Her hands are always cold To match her heart As she wakes up each morning to put on a mask. She sees all the colors The world has to offer But only shows black and white To keep the spectators wondering. She knows how to layer Because it’s cold outside And she can’t let it in. Her eyes are clueless Because life feels new And the fear of the unknown Creates her limit.
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Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
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