We wear our faces like a mask.
Hiding who we truly are.
The whole world is not a stage,
Its a masquerade ball.
We dance through these social flows,
In the throws of false fatalities.
We are never more ourselves than when wearing a mask of porcelain.
When we hide we are at our most evident.
In lying we are our most truthful.
Like covering carrion in cloth to bury,
We put a mask on to hide the rot in our souls.
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amazing poetry
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