Heart Soup · micropoetry · Poetry

The Mask


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‘The Mask.’

His dashing smile-

Petty lies.

Deep in the

Burrows of his eyes,

The remnants of grief,

Of hungry days,

Of mother’s death.

Still alive.

~~~

Prompt: His dashing smile.

© Ada

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