An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet.
The chaos part will become evident straight away.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
beneath the mask
behold the bitter
tinged with sweet
an echo of the time before
look closely if you
dare to see
the sweet for what it is
remains of crumbled mask no more
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