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Masquerade.

Welcome to the masquerade ball

Faces are hidden

Champagne is popped

Everyone is mingling

Not what it seems


The surface is adorned

Beneath, it is stirring

Aristocrats make nice

Even when hatred is

Overflowing


Dripping in jewels

Dresses are beaded

Anything but pure bliss

Is nowhere to be seen


Welcome to the masquerade ball

Where we never say what we mean

Here is where you

suppress

conceal

squash

And put on a prize act

Smile with a gleam


 

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