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  • I wear my mask with pride each day
    it's branded with a nice long smile
    it keeps me from the cold, it keeps me from the warm
    it filters the air through which I breath from
    when I go sleep I take it off and gently place it on the night
    table to my bedside
    there, with my bare face open, I transpire my fears each night
    to the tune of silence
    to the break of darkness
    then, morning cracks
    and I’m left standing
    -wipe the tears off and put your mask on-
    I say
    my eyes wide open - my fists held tightly
    walk out through the door and pull yourself together
    and so the day goes
    minutes like needless, endless threads to follow
    tangled up and punctured into the fabric of my life
    my eyes transcribing all my experiences into emotions
    in shades of white, green and blue
    and red and gray and black and sometimes yellow
    what gets lost in translation, I can’t regain
    what gets distorted or diluted, I can’t correct
    they fuel the kinesis of my doings and misdoings
    I scratch my fingers in seek of pleasure
    I bow to the sun
    I hum to your song
    I smile when i think of us
    - Henrique Ghersi -
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