A blank expression
- A mask perhaps -
Covers my face
And all behind
What I think
And really feel
Safely stored
For people like you
In a world like this
No doubt is spoken
No disorder's shown
No one can tell
What goes in my mind
And the bird's not allowed
To fly on its own
Like a treasure, locked,
In wooden case
Will someone try to
Remove the mussel's shell
L'Eglise
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