Masks And Hidey Holes. Poem by Sven Stears

Masks And Hidey Holes.



We ran to them.
Achievements GLEAMING.
But the words,
that came back
HURT.

So we found clever ways
to hide what we
really meant.

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Sven Stears

Sven Stears

Munster, Germany
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