Winding through a faceless crowd
I meet nameless faces
I have no doubt
There are traces
Of Divinity on faces ugly
Beasts masked
behind faces lovely
of memories past
on a face worn down,
remnants of tomorrow
still lingering on
amidst all the sorrow
It’s the mask I see
In the mirror
It hides from me
My self, the core
I must face my demons
I must delve
Within if it must take eons
to discover my true self
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