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Poem of Mask
Through painted eyes, emotions peep,
A silent plea, a silent weep.
A heart that beats, a soul that yearns,
For freedom's breath, where spirit turns.
A prisoner of form, a captive mind,
A masquerade of love, unkind.
A mask removed, a face laid bare,
A truth revealed, beyond compare. 16 replies
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