The Front End

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By MySurrender •

To the fore is my face. Behind the mask without a trace Is my soul through hollow eyes. I see inwards and not as the mirror shows. I see the others too. False and ridiculous. Transparent as their inards floated as they swayed With lies and pretence in their ways. Their face smiles. Their eyes ridicule as arrogance does. The hard egos unbent by fear or love. It is their protection - the front end.

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