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by mayme Apr 9, 2005 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
You thought you knew me, you think you still do, but my mask is my deceit. My faces are hidden. You see my smile a mistake here a mistake there, strategically placed for your eyes to behold. You can see the rainbow the colors are never in style, but my true colors will never show, not until I'm six feet below.