ASHES
And what happens when your ashes resurface,
every year, once in a while,
ashes of your failed self,
of the self you have kept disguised,
disguised - under tons of masks,
masks that do not realize
realise - that they still can't mask away
even an inch of your vulnerable eyes!
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