Masquerade - E.

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A lively laugh,
A stunning smile,
And a glance that captures me.

But away from the crowd,
In presumed solitude,
Your smile grows weak and weary.

The intent to aid,
To bring light to dark,
To problems much to elaborate.

A desperate hand,
An outstretched arm,
Proven to be inadequate.

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 03, 2015 ⏰

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