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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
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Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC
mask
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
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Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC
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