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Mar 2014
A mask
a mask of pain
of happiness
Does it matter?
What mask is a mask
Does any person
truly know
what their face looks like
I see myself in the mirror
and slowly try
to peel away
my masks of the day
like wiping off dirt
or colored paint
but when I am done
stripped bare and raw
I realize that
all I have
is a blank slate
to draw more masks on
for tomorrow.
Written by
Jordan Fox  America
(America)   
574
   Lior Gavra
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