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Halloween Post: Masks

I pinned my hair behind my ears,

And donned my evening gown.

Mother tied my mask behind my head,

To mask my evening frown.

 

Behind the fabric I could be,

Any character I chose.

Living thus far as a thorn,

I longed to be a rose.

 

A rose I was, bloomed and full,

And my beauty, it was charming.

Beneath the mask, wilting I was,

A soul’s decay the most alarming.

 

My petals weren’t faltering,

The world was awestruck.

Behind, I was in hysteria,

As my fated mask was stuck.

 

 

(Photo by Shutterstock)

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