fall from her face
like autumn leaves
but bled white of all
meaning now the ghosts
of all the time lost to a lonely
masquerade that was attended alone.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2019 17:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Hidden from self.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
Masks are worn by us all to cope with differing circumstances.
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