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The Mask
Raven lashes waving upon cold blue eyes like that of steel.
Olive skin, soft as supple leather, smoothes as babes.
Lips that invite, painted with the color of passion.
Designer linens draped upon her voluptuous frame.
Where she walks, men follow as if in a trance.
Grace, poise and beauty all in one figure.
Her image painted on billboards throughout a great nation.

Her golden hair like strands of fine silk,
cascades down her back.
Perfection on earth, the most beautiful human.
Alone her soul weeps with sorrow never seen.
Alone fearful her minds plays games with itself.
In private she had been a different human.

So different than the mask,