those days when the mask
was a tool for love
but that love
wore a mask too
it was so easy
to fall in love with a stranger
and the ignorance
served the best kiss
with its naive lips
those cheapest moments
of hormonal highs like
an addict in an alley
so little to spend and
even less could afford
when all that was wanted
was more and more
always seeking the thrill
denying the heart's will
sucking down another pill
in anticipation that someone
somewhere would still
want to rip off the mask
and kiss what was underneath
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