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Hidden

Black, that’s me
So why do you keep trying to change me?
Don’t waste your time
On a useless shell.

So I’m your puppet who has no feelings
They are here,
But, don’t bother to attempt to look

I’ve hidden them from you.
Perhaps,
Maybe too well…


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