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We try to strip away a bit each day to find what lies behind the mask, are we defined by man made things that such delving brings us some relief? This quibbling over what is right this nibbling below the skin, this wanting,needing seeds of light. Unleash the night in me if I cannot see I cannot feel the pain again will not tax my brain with thoughts of excellence, take my blue eyes turn them grey, strip me,rip me from the day I do not see nor care to see the mask the mask unmasks in me the ask I ask myself to be. I strip a little more, nearer coming to the core, the pip the seed the overwhelming need to know, the mask drops time stops end.
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
A day like Monday.
We try to strip away a bit each day to find what lies behind the mask, are we defined by man made things that such delving brings us some relief? This quibbling over what is right this nibbling below the skin, this wanting,needing seeds of light. Unleash the night in me if I cannot see I cannot feel the pain again will not tax my brain with thoughts of excellence, take my blue eyes turn them grey, strip me,rip me from the day I do not see nor care to see the mask the mask unmasks in me the ask I ask myself to be. I strip a little more, nearer coming to the core, the pip the seed the overwhelming need to know, the mask drops time stops end.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC
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