nemesis
my mask is falling away
so stoned cold it slips and won't stay
so intrinicate this piece of work
absorbing the tears
hiding the fears
now it's all washed away under the rain
tears fall down my face and the fears run a rampant race
now here resides my naked face.
the scars to see, unhappiness freaks even the fleas
green and decaying, falling away.
my face. my nemesis
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