The art of conncealment.
Hiding things.
Hiding a secret from someone.
Covering something written wrong,
with tipex.
Skin covering the tumor,
Hiding below.Things hiding,
but no one knows what's there.
Make-up, covering tear marks.
Mascara, covering weary eyes.
Words covering real feelings.
That's the thing.
Because you hide it,
you have no idea what's there.
And plus there's no harm,
till it escalates,
and covering the truth works no more.
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