Beware the figure,
Who welcomes you home
Behind careful masks,
Their tortured souls will roam
Your breathing stops,
As they drew nearer
Behind your reflection,
A crooked grin shall linger
in cool breeze terrible has born beware of it with masking boon!
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A poignant bit of verse, well articulated and nicely penned with conviction. An insightful piece of poetry. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.