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Aug 2016
The mask of night surrounds me
with a cloak of anonymity
but I am nonconformity
and rip the mask right off.

designed for interaction
I type into an attraction
and the mask rips off
again.

you thought you heard me breathing
but
I was leaving you reminders as
the mask of night surrounds
me and we touch type
to the evening.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
617
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