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Apr 9
I wear a mask made of thorn
no one will see my rotten form
puffing pustules spurt agape
inking out from yellow tape
though i hide myself today
someone tore my mask away
an angel came and beckoned me
though they had to reckon see
when someone hides their face away
they never see the shade of day
yet they found a made me new
that is why i thank you
Written by
Kat
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   Cloudydaze
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