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whitegoldmask


white wine and preventative measures
which style today which hat

the shape of our masks 
my gaze gets lost in space

i focus on somn in the distance

i come back 
for the trees, for the 
black & white cookies
and anything else 
i need to face

i remember losing a mask here, 
the one with the white and gold

i found a new one, it's nice but 
i'm tired of covering my face




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