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Dec 2020
A masked man stands before me.
His skin painted by darkness,
his eyes covered by jewels.
He offers his hand.
A sorcerer of mortal time,
we descend into the caverns of his mind.
Never removing his mask, never looking back,
I fall into his tracks.
Guiding us along hidden paths,
he tells me to close my eyes.
Blindly,        I follow.
I feel a heat begin to surround me;
the fire of the candles that guide us
fill my being.
I reach out for the masked man,
but my hands feel a new face before me.
I open my eyes and awaken into him.
Written by
Psychosa  22/F
(22/F)   
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