no let ups, incessant, maddening
this unpredictable phase, popping up, changing, fading
havent i been here long enough in your fool's masquerade
wore each and all of your mask in this labyrinth ball, but for whom
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The handing over of the innerself is well narrated in this poem with some beautiful lines that are very well deified in this poem.....10/10
A refined poetic imagination, Comatose. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.