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Wore over her blue skin,
and so did he
It was paper thin
Never perceived by thee

Searching for the blue,
Their whole life flew

Bumped into each other
Only did they wonder
Why not I found?
Thanks to Masks covered!


P.S. Edited version of "Masks" by Shel Silverstein. One of the poems I admire. 

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