Amy De guzman
A Real Falsity
a thing we have to put on
to alienate ourselves
so to meet each other halfway
Perhaps this is the modern day
Riddle of the Sphinx
but how we both enjoy the play!
The inky black cloud gently spreading
Melancholy cuddled the earth
There's nowhere for us to play.
Darkness throw away our mask
We're left bare
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