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Barriers and Blossoms
I've a strange starry garden
Lots of towering emotions wobbling under the barriers
Lost memory showers
sprinkling whispers bowers
Fear blooms like wildflowers
Mugging my paths
Yet,
Tears sometimes cheer
Dropping quicksilver,
Sometimes bargaining for better years
Masks We Wear
The way we appeared
The way we smiled
The way we cried
It was the mirror image
Expected, moulded, constrained
Not the truest version of me
Being called to mirror his reflection
So, we exchanged our positions
Only to be replaced by
Not the expected version of me.
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