Melinda's Mask
The mask you wear
Of clay and hair
Is flesh-colored pink:
A painted smile and steady stare
Of eyes that never blink.
And under it
An inky pit
Of infinite sad space.
Melinda, tell me how you fit
Your mask, where you’ve no face?
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