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The Layer of Black (Free verse) by emilyowey The layer of black
Underneath my skin
Is asking for an audience
The mask over my face
Can no longer hold me in
The veil no longer blinds me
The curtainâs torn and tattered
Exposure, nakedness,
Light comes in
I chase the darkness,
My only friend
I grasp for any remnant
Of the hiding place
Of the staleness of secrecy
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