Mask

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Trapped behind

Glass.

Vacant faded

Mask.

Gone I may

Seem.

Askew it will

Be.

...

Pinning of

Knife.

Simple profound

Strife.

Agony that

Awaits.

Misery my

Grace.

...

Dye each

Part

Slit my

Heart.

Rest my

Past.

Memories won't

Last.

***

A fakery

Act.

Ingest this

Tack.

Enshrine my

Soul.

Never not

Coal.

Written for PoetsPub Pubber Of The Year contest (theme: heartbreak)

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