A scream she gave
'It can't be me behind this uncolored mask'
The lies that interpenetrated with a memory...
She burned away
Above her deformed words lies a shivered tear
This tear no longer like dew, or like a lost rain drop
Can't these weak hands touch a cloud?
Or a soul?
Oh…..no longer she feels her existence
So how a scream loaded with pieces from a wracked
Ached heart
Deceive …?
And while her looks scatter into the misty sky
She long to fade like a paint
A one on her thousand masks she own
Like a sound never heard and won't be once found
She long to melt …………a frozen smile
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