Poetry for Freaks!

Untitled (by Jeremy)
	Masks that turn, a face that burns, an imprint on our flesh. Masks that change, a face rearranged, the image that it kept. Masks that sit, a face that fits, a mask behind the mask. A mask that hides, what is kept inside, upon our own true face.

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