Multicolor Masqueraders: My role in their role as they Slam Behind the Curtain

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There are so many secrets about life I will never know.

 

People walk around talking, dripping all their paint on the concrete. How muddling is that description?

 

These descriptions are hidden within these living portraits, even though some of the portraits breathe out their descriptions.

 

These Masqueraders live out their lives only showing one side of their beauty. For some this other side shows their glaring white teeth.

 

They smile frantically trying to hide it.

 

The reasons are unknown to me!

 

Whether it is their practices or their moral beliefs, they walk like masqueraders in their multicolored apparel.

 

I think before I bare my soul, I hold some back. This is because the Masqueraders may not see the colors, I construe readily.

 

When they lift their eyes they will see the freedom they need. The fruit that bare is that multicolored freedom that the masqueraders need.

 

Walk proud and don’t hide your true colors, multicolored masqueraders.

 

 

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