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THE MASK

The Mask
Poetry is my mask
In this life.
Disguised and walks
My lips vibrate,
Unable to talk.
Get rid of all pains,
Flu and dust, at all
My brain and eyes.
In loneliness or
In crowd..
Wore it and moves
Day and night
It's transparent
I can see all in love
Adds more colors in that
I will laugh and dance
In the mask
satisfied my heart.
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THE MASK

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