Mask
your mask slips
reality spilling
all over me
drenching me
in silent lucidity
before
you can catch it
before
you can retract it
before
you can cover it
but the truth
does not set me free
instead it blurs
my vision
making it harder
to find my way
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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