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Jan 2015
Underneath the mask.
Hidden and unseen.
She puts a mask on for all too see.
But she hides the truth.
Why does she?
Always makes me wonder, for what has she seen?
Haven't gotten to know the truth.
This beauty, so pristine.
Even more beautiful without her mask.
A beauty she may never see.
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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