017. masquerade ball
we dance around
the scarlet feathers
protruding from under,
dripping in a facade of beauty
the lies easy to keep
we bury the truth
hiding our identities
adorning a stranger
a devil's face
veiled by the falsity
for we all play a part
in the world's masquerade ball
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