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Strolling down the town at night,
I saw a figure new.
Frightened, my senses heightened.
My muscles tightened.
Until my feeling for it brightened.
I said Hello?
The silence is blistering.
In a single spot, the dark is light.
The figure steps into the bright.
Yet the response doesn't exist.
Who Are You? I ask.
I Am The One Who Wears A Mask.
A Mask? On a Person So Lovely?
How Are You To Know I'm Lovely?
Who Are You?
I Don't Want To Say My Name.
I Didn't Ask For Your Name.
I Don't Like This Game.
I Want Only To Know You. Are You Female?
Who's To know?
Are You Gay?
I Don't Want To Say.
Are You Strong?
Run Along!
I Only Want To Know You, You're Clearly Lost!
I Know Exactly Where I Am.
Then Why Do You Wear A Mask? I Am Good. Good. Let Me Be Good To You.
You Are Crazy! Mad! Welcoming.... Or. Mad? Is That... A Tear?
Whoever You Are. You Are Welcome Here.