Masks

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By Tim Pozzi

"We all wear masks" but it makes us week, she said. She slipped into bed and hid her head under the covers. Makes her feel safe and holds the borders of conventional dreams in place. She said she hates to play the game, but she dances in the ways she's been taught. Can't help unintentional fraud if it seems to suit each delicate situation. They can steal a kiss, but can't have the whole package. "We all wear masks" but it alienates us. Instead, she said, we'll wash off our clothes and dip our toes in the sea. Watch how much it changes me.

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