Masks
S Stefanie Fontker
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Many speak of monsters.
The devil we know,
The demon under our covers.
But are these not
Also the people we love?
Is it impossible to see,
The heart behind the wall
Of bloody screams and cuts?
This is a liquid we all
Sometimes long to drink.
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