Masquerade
Always a dream of mine
Would you like to hide your face from the World?
I would.
Would you look for me?
Would you care?
Every day is an act.
A new day a new scene.
Each act written as it occurs.
Masquerade
If I hide would I be found?
I miss who you used to be.
Now we're all hidden under the blanket of the
Masquerade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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