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Serenity

Lost in this quicksand of serenity caught in a death grip I begin to sink; Falling deep inside I can’t find the edge trapped within a web of thick emotion; Is it me or is it your residue staining my face with this outlandish smile? Peace feels foreign and uncomfortable; I kind of like this paper mache mask,, each layer hardens applied long enough to change my face into a serene state.

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