SPONTANEOUS ACTIONS
by Chrissy Engstrom

Masks, they are all but masks.
Perfect masks to hide
Imperfect faces.
They lock the soul inside.

Murderous they are
That stifle curiosity,
Tossing creative ashes
To the wind,
Where they may sail
To the sea.
To the sea;
To be lost.

Toss away your mask,
Young child.
Be free;
Learn to live.

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