Today, the sight
of my realities
are sure to show
Midsummer whispers leer
at my teary disgrace
Truth may peer
from my masked face
Pain may linger
in the galaxy within my eyes
Wait, let me foster
my usual disguise
Paint me tomorrow,
I need this night
of frailties
to let myself go
***
Beautifully penned
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