How This Will All End

Tickling in masksPast perfect, post hasteWishing a kiss toEmpower cracked lips. Yet I angrily stare atMaskless stragglersYouthful faces bareProudly naked rebels. Citing digital cyphersOf being wellForced smilesOf mental pretence. Yet shard-like wrathPierces my covered complexionMasking my contortedFrustration. Pausing and waitingUntouching spotless stepsPhantom amongst phantomsGhost amongst ghosts. Yet when it passesOur invisibility will remainShadows floating in

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