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alone at night
masks are off
and the soul
lies in the corner of the dank room
like a page of
crumpled paper
tossed out of sight
mildew
creeps up the walls
painting faces
bizarre
and horrifying

is it dawn yet?
so i can
retrieve
and
unwrinkle
my soul
wash off the filth
and move on?

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