Beautiful Mask
No one knows what goes through her mind
They dont know what she feels
have no idea where she came from
all they know is her name and the mysterious but beautiful fave
she walks alone
no one with her
Looks at everyone kindly
but they see a mask
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Transform me? | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Running | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Stare | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Oh so Hard | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Beautiful Mask | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| His Soul | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| She Has No Name | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
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