I am

there’s a painted face
and there’s a doll

there’s a blank canvas
and there’s a white wall

something that was built
and something that refuses to fall

something here in the present
and something the past can not recall

a perfect blankness
and a perfect—

—no

I am a human
someone with emotion

a person who thinks
an exitance that’s unique
Soul that Feels

—a perfect mask for all.

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