Painted Mask Poem by Sarah Sisson
Painted Mask
Painted Mask
I can cry for you...
I have a firm hand shake.
I'll make you laugh too.
Whatever you want is
what I can give.
I've painted this mask myself.
I have no shame
in exposing that.
Thats the fire in me.
So ask me what
you want an then
we will both be satisfied.
Copyright 12-21-2008
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4/25/2024 4:46:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Is this to one of those whinners, Sarah; that you have to present a painted mask for the fire in you? A mask, a painted mask at that, is doubly treacherous, maybe it's for all those troubling whinners.