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Masquerade

We create so many masks  so many masks to hide behind, to hide our faces to hide ourselves.
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A Disappointing Day

If she hadn’t remembered the scent from before. There would have been no screams, no stamping up and down on the trolley.
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Puppets

They were always made to become shadows to be discarded by the string pullers
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Chaos Theory

Looking backwards into the cloud, I remember my lived life was similarly peppered with disorder
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Moon Shapes

They’re hanging like baubles full moon shapes in the snow frosty footballs of light and shade