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Why should the world be so cruel to hide all our sighs and smiles? Conspired course of common curtain of our faces masked all the genre in this life's work of art: dirges, epios and odes of poetry, prose-like language and narrative, then tragedies of daily dramas. Time ticked tocked away in vignette, the mask becomes as one with a soul, gradually taking over the heart's geography map but the soul owner - mankind, the glaze of God's serenity, resultant effect of Satan's defeat, ceremoniously "maskified" in myriad subleties as breath sombrely stolen silently or ruthlessly rationally restrained. Now, the modern man-made mask is making it's own new breed out of mankind, starting to conquer the heart in this last episode of WW3 until it (the mask) becomes a norm, a life, a being. God's last creation is being reformed. VickWizzy. Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP} Copyright © 22nd May, 2020.

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Date: 5/22/2020 10:10:00 AM
A real danger! Well said....
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