ASHES

And what happens when your ashes resurface,

every year, once in a while,

ashes of your failed self,

of the self you have kept disguised,

disguised - under tons of masks,

masks that do not realize

realise - that they still can't mask away

even an inch of your vulnerable eyes!

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