i listen, collect frowns and nods
thread it into fabricated words
day in day out.
truth inked onto forgotten papers
for a mirrored mask to be admired. not read
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Offline) - Published: March 21st, 2026 19:02
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Comments1
A mind provoking read of what seems contradictions but not necessarily so. Well done
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