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On the train and a woman stops me I read her face Poorly, I admit Asks me something In a language I couldn’t hear Told her I didn’t know Through my mask, I must seem insincere She spoke some more In hopes of translations   Be made clear No I said I don’t think we have the same idea She takes her mask off The surgical protege Falls to the ground As if exposing her story Unravelled, naked and austere Asks me the same question For a third time Words seem different when spoken By someone that’s near I snap the ribbon from the back of my ear The look on this woman’s face I must be the first face she’s seen in days
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
Mask Off
On the train and a woman stops me I read her face Poorly, I admit Asks me something In a language I couldn’t hear Told her I didn’t know Through my mask, I must seem insincere She spoke some more In hopes of translations   Be made clear No I said I don’t think we have the same idea She takes her mask off The surgical protege Falls to the ground As if exposing her story Unravelled, naked and austere Asks me the same question For a third time Words seem different when spoken By someone that’s near I snap the ribbon from the back of my ear The look on this woman’s face I must be the first face she’s seen in days
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MintPillow
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Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
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