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They Trust No One

Every time I see this happy-go-lucky person they are wailing, keening, 
But in a subtle way, pretending pure happy, wearing a plastic Barbie smile.
Their perpetual red mask is firmly in place, attached with cement glue
I realize they can never share, for they trust no one; it is too late for that.
It saddens me, but I fully understand, as I am wearing my own perpetual mask
Firmly affixed, holding memories in place that I will never share, keening also.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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