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She wore a plastic mask in the same color of her skin

You could see her eyes were brilliant underneath

If it weren’t for a second glance you would think it was real

She never took it off and if you tried to touch it she would walk away

Her hair was thick and never ending like she had never cut it in her life

She never spoke but trembled at the touch if I tried to discover her softness

Sometimes when walking her ankle would give, I suspect from her sheltered life

She did write, the joyful colors of the night and the sadness of the days

Her dreams showed a need to fulfill the love of her grandparents

She knew how to makeup identities, especially the face, to appear like others

She appeared like her deceased grandmother to make her grandfather smile

This wasn’t ordinary plastic halloween store fare instead they were honest

They all told me that it was psychosomatic and she was beautiful underneath

Though something early on had broken despite this no photographs existed

And time keeps passing by leaving memories of when the air was more pure

And I worry we will be relegated to hanging out in heaven eternally bored