The mask of night surrounds me
with a cloak of anonymity
but I am nonconformity
and rip the mask right off.
designed for interaction
I type into an attraction
and the mask rips off
again.
you thought you heard me breathing
but
I was leaving you reminders as
the mask of night surrounds
me and we touch type
to the evening.
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 4:34 AM UTC
The mask of night surrounds me
with a cloak of anonymity
but I am nonconformity
and rip the mask right off.
designed for interaction
I type into an attraction
and the mask rips off
again.
you thought you heard me breathing
but
I was leaving you reminders as
the mask of night surrounds
me and we touch type
to the evening.
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