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Hypocrite Society
Me?
I’m a poet
but nobody knows
there is a depth in me
that rarely shows
the man that you can see
is only a fraction of the whole me
under the surface
a place so vast
I couldn’t describe it
even if you’d ask
words are just not up to the task
so, I hide behind my mask
and you?
I would like to know you
but it’s hard for me to see through
‘cause y...
Sunday 24th January 2021 8:26 pm
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