The Mask

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The Mask
A fabric shroud upon my face,
It hides reflection, a blank space,
To protect and serve it must be worn,
I see a friend, affection torn,
Six feet apart remains our guide,
While others swear off masks with pride,
The country crumbles, a pandemic pie,
The leaders claim and threat and lie,
Yet I remain in faithful stance,
My face, my heart, my mask and I.

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