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Mar 6
Rest assured, confidently
This face you see is a mask irresponsive
Colden by previous wars, every wrinkle is a battle wound
The bigger the frown the heavier the wars
Pay more closely, your attention, to this strut
You see this walk, not burdened by this face
The elegant, inviting, nature of my posture
The swiveling of these hips
This face is just a mask irresponsive
Not even Satan himself is able to break it.
Written by
BoringBoy  19/M
(19/M)   
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       Rich Hues, Ayan Roy, Vanessa Gatley and Eloise Rose
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