Masks

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“I used to forge freedom between these fingertips,
romantic gestures.
Secrets bursting at the seams.
My smile lines no longer pick up happiness, flirt with fate.
Dates with destiny have been traded for Friday night’s alone.
I have taught myself to wear masks between these margins,
I hide it well.”

Masks

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