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Notes: 1 / 1 year ago
Trapped in mine own Mask
Deep into my pretty mirror, each morning, so long I do gaze
in it’s vast reflection that, daily, I am given, to wear, a new face
and I’ll feel an old cherished friend put to stake and left to raze
So come each new day’s dawn, I can only hope to win it’s praise
For the days when I lose it’s favor are nearly more than I can take
Many possibilities adorn such familiar mannequins on it’s well-lit stage
but I do not know which mask I’m to bear until it is far too late to change Notes
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An Ode to an Abdicated Muse - A poem demonstrating my infatuation's huge capacity for aesthetic appreciation
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