Was feeling my way through time…
Marble mask never last,
For them we never ask, they are just cast,
Secrets whispered behind our shaped faces of stone,
Never changing with time; seperate, all on their own,
We stand apart and stand together,
Each seeing each other as different, like changes in the weather,
Funny that we are all carved from the same stone,
Yet we choose to be different and unique in our ways,
All on our own.
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