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The Mask of Deception
around the withered rose
wreaths of smoke danced
mockingly
the gray hue glares down
rejoicing, sorrowing
Who can tell?
When we all wear the mask
of deception
which beguiles
the unknowing

the moon of deception prevents them
from blooming
and so in the darkness, they lie
withered in the trap
of the charmer


© Tatyanna