The mask I wear is getting heavy...
It is weary...I carry it everyday as I watch you move.
I see you in the photograph through the eyes of my mask and see no other.
I remove my mask.
For a moment, I can lift my head. I can stare and take you in. Your beauty makes me speechless.
I hear a noise outside...my mask goes on again.
The mask I wear is getting heavy...
It is weary...
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