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Jul 2015
A mask and a face are virtually the same to me and whenever everything comes crashing around me, it's not the mask the leaves but the face that bleeds, leaving perforated scars as masqueraded lies, and I will swear to you that I am fine.
Just a snippet of a poem.
Barrow
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Barrow  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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   Ariel Baptista
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