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Death is a place.

Poetry By: wanderingbeauty

the face is a mask..

Submitted:Feb 9, 2009    Reads: 97    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Nothing gained
Nothing given
Even in the face
Of great redemption

Hidden in your mind
Behind a curtain your blind

Faced with all but a lie
Quiet inside
Contemplation denied

No opening
No key
Nobody wanting
To know the real me

Death is a place
Not a mystery
Not a face

Facts all denied
Engulfed in a lie
I sigh and lay down
Prepared now to die


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