Wednesday, August 5, 2009
"Suds wiThin Mask"
Smiling...Laughing...without a heart
Projecting oneself into another
talking without words like a lyrics without chords
hiding in own shadow, real is what afraid to face
make believe that what to see is to believe
Prevarication is a damn clandestine of isolated soul
a false face unveiling the mask...
There's a suds within Mask.
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