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Veiled
She walks masked, meandering,
unacknowledged through her neighbourhood
Wishing earnestly that she somehow could
share her true self
remove the make-up painted veneer
she hangs nightly on a shelf
how emancipated she would feel
no longer enslaved within her mind
because of this facade
strangers think her, the vapid kind
no thoughts of value
within her head, you'd fi...
Monday 28th September 2020 6:56 am
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