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Oct 17
Hey girl, take off the mask,
I want to see your face.
I want to see your smile,
I want to see your grace.

Take off those plastic gloves,
I want to touch your hands.
I want to feel your skin,
I want to feel it again.

They tell us what to do,
They tell us how to live.
They want us to obey,
they don't want us to be free.

But life is short, my dear,
much shorter than we think.
So please don't look away,
don't run away from me.

For life is short, my love,
much shorter than we think.
Tell me, are we born to be free,
or we're born to live in fear?

You'veΒ changed since the last time I saw you,
I can see it in your eyes.
Has anyone lately reminded you
how beautiful you are?

So please, take off the mask,
I want to see your face.
I want to see your smile,
I want to see your grace.

Take off those plastic gloves,
I want to touch your hands.
I want to feel your skin,
I want to feel it - again.
Peter Balkus
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Peter Balkus  36/M/London
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