there is no mask

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Scooping pigments for breakfast
Figuring out how the mask will last.
Don’t let it melt,
So no loathing will be felt.

Keep packing up the pigment.
Thicker and thicker ’til the brush is bent.
No, you may not see the skin.
I don’t want to hide within.

Keep staring, keep pondering
If I am still underneath in
That mask you are seeing.
I am not hiding.
I am the mask I’ve put in.

 

Photo from Pinterest

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