The Mask

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    The Mask
    Slide the mask upon my face
    this disguise my only ace.
    I hide away from pain and fear
    entrap my every bitter tear.
    With this mask I can erase
    All the pain that I must face.
    A broken girl in a world of night
    I cannot win this endless fight. 
    No emotion can now pass
    upon a face made of glass

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    SWesleyMcgranor commented on The Mask

    02-11-2018

    This is a masterpiece. I will type it again: this is a masterpiece.
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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