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Mask: A Poem

Erin is a writer and content creator from Georgia, United States. She loves coffee, books, and puppies.


A mask of roses hides its thorns,

To cover shame and hinder scorn,

When beauty blooms, to please the eyes,

It weeds out odd, conforms to "wise",

When raindrops cover the plot's earth,

The green inside bursts forth in birth,

With bold new growth and roots exposed,

No more weeds as faux flowers posed,

Hope bursts from sprouts through rocky soil,

Unveiling faults, the truth uncoils.


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