Garden of Masks
Masks on the hill
masks in the gutter
used and wrinkled
new age garden
where everyone's beautiful
masks under the shell
shift them around
let the blind guess which one
cloaks the truth of this new age hell.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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