My mask, just like the others Has cracks in the cheekbones and odd places Just below the temple And across the brow You might wander Up and down a hall In and out of rooms long forgotten Before you notice these cracks They take a moment or two To see that not all masks are…
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We Wear the Masks
In the silence There is a voice to be heard Can you hear it? Calling out? It is your own It is mine We are the voices in the distant Searching for a home A place to belong Yet we hold our voices in As if it were a sin To ask for help We…
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