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Jun 2017
A room
walls aligned with porcelain faces
a simple glance is treated with 100 stares
one look from the faces can pierce the aura
of your soul
secrets cannot be held here
you cannot be yourself here

Come along, grab a face
wear it
let go of the filth you carry
and mask it
disguise yourself into anything that is not you
and let your insanity be
our sanity
huda
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