Masks
Pick a mask
And glue it to your face
Let the synthetic adhesive sink in
Deep into the face long forgotten
The image long mistaken
The unfamiliar lie in the broken mirror
The broken truth in the cracks
Where once there was a face made broken
There is now a mask made whole
Whole and empty
Empty of potential
Full of the world's allowances
Wear the mask
With accompanying muzzle
And find your place in the crowd
Your place
Built for replacement
For a new, empty mask
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