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POEM: The Burning Mask

By Berniegourley @berniegourley
POEM: The Burning Mask
We like to think we see the soul,
but what we see is a flaming hole:

a burning mask of time on task
all coffee cup, no hidden flask

the smile that lies -- no lows all highs.
Who knows where ends the shrewd disguise?
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