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The Mask
In hazy blue midnight
Like a storm left to loom
In spite of starlight
Now erased just to bloom
Fall is a season bitter
With Winter full of greed
Often we're lost in Summer
Romanticized by Spring
It was only in her shadow
Where I found myself again
Frigid, frail and hollow
Sinking further as a man
Unto a life spent lonely
Dwelling in the past
You want to hug and hold me
But will only love the mask.
Like a storm left to loom
In spite of starlight
Now erased just to bloom
Fall is a season bitter
With Winter full of greed
Often we're lost in Summer
Romanticized by Spring
It was only in her shadow
Where I found myself again
Frigid, frail and hollow
Sinking further as a man
Unto a life spent lonely
Dwelling in the past
You want to hug and hold me
But will only love the mask.
Published 17th Jul 2022
| Edited 18th Jul 2022
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