My Mask

Born of this mask
That I'm deprived of
Is equal
To the impossibility
Of snow
And my childhood
Is after the meaning
Of my spirit
That is against
The mirror
That I look into
I soon fall
And drift away
Broken into pieces
Leaving my path
Is only the beginning
Of the end

by Amber Grandalski

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