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8/24/2013 7:42:21 PM

Gabe Shelly
Posts: 95
There was a boy who so loved rich women--
endowed with the big treasure chests their mother's
gave them-- he would tell them so.

Now is this not an insult of high impropriety
that surely someone would take up the mettle
of a white a knight and defend those ladies' honor.

But can you also see with your mind's eye...

We all wear masks... we hide behind stoic faces that we make for ourselves...

burying feelings we don't want others to see...

And maybe that is a good thing, or we would cry till the day we die.

But when we do this... sometimes...I think we just become really good at hiding.

And those ladies--
though I'm sure the jolt was quite shocking--
those ladies took off their masks--
if for but an instant--
and they reflected on themselves

edited by Gabe on 8/24/2013
edited by Gabe on 8/24/2013
edited by Gabe on 8/26/2013
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