Behind The Mask

January 19, 2015

Who am I you ask

Behind my mask?

Eyes that have cried,

Lips that have lied,

A nose that breathes,

Embracing all the subtleties.

Ears that heed,

Your cries of need.

Flesh so fragile,

Don’t be agile,

Take a second look,

I’m an open book.

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