I thought my love for you
Perfectly stuck onto your face
But for you, a plastic make-up
Suffocating your fickle grace
Adorable yet shortly embraced
Until you blew me off
Rubbing me from your surface
And as I fleeted away
I could see your real face
Plastic love
Poetry collection 
Removing masks makes hearts feel secure in the knowledge what they are sharing is being received by truth and not deception.
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Thanks for reading and your intuitive comments. I agree with you . thanks for sharing your thoughts 🙏
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There is a palpable sadness to your words. A crucial point in time where what we had hoped bumps up against what is real. Well written, my friend!
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Thanks, Brad for reading and your comments 🙏
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Nice post 😄
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Thank you for reading and your comments
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