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Jul 2011
There is a mask,
I feel it fall.
Over me, over all.

There is a fog,
I feel it cling.
Choking me, everything.

Open my eyes,
Close my heart.
Under my guise,
I fall apart.

It darkens night,
Outshines the sun.
The mask can fight,
But the fog has won.
Written by
Lauren Tyler
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