Masquerade Ball
I always told my parents
how I wished for a masquerade ball.
The thought of how alluring and seductive
I'd be, if no one knew who I was.
As I grew I realized
you cannot do what's been done.
As everyone already had their masks on
And I was not aware because my own
had skewed my vision.
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