Do you know your name?
Or has it escaped your brain?
You stop on the street and ask
"Is this my face or a mask?"
Before you can peel it off
You're distracted by the conjurer's call.
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC
Do you know your name?
Or has it escaped your brain?
You stop on the street and ask
"Is this my face or a mask?"
Before you can peel it off
You're distracted by the conjurer's call.
© Sofia Villagrana 2018
Poetry for the short story A Fool's Paradise.
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