Covered Up
Behind the curtains of my eyes
Hides a glare
A stare
A lie
The carefully crafted façade
The fragile, cheap disguise
Behind a mask lies another
Feeble layer of an onion
Peeling off
Thin skin
Breakable walls hide me in
Once you tear
And rip apart
The filters that keep me cold
You will find the purest heart
Warmed by a simple soul
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